I am making her eat her own Words and she cares not for their Taste.

They said, Love is a smoke and is made with the fume of sighs. They said, You are so fucking beautiful it actually hurts me physically to look at you. Ouch, they said, looking at us still. Ouch, ouch. They said, You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you, k?

One must simply stare directly into the eye of one’s enemy (or friend), quite like I’m staring at you now. One must never blink first and look away, but look deep into the iris and attempt with one’s mind to see into the black. To find the Shadow Self shivering there, homely and afraid. Once one sees the Shadow Self, one must smile. As if to say, I see you in there. And the enemy (or friend) will instantly deflate.