My heart is packed so full of love for you
I dreamed I exploded, like aerosol cans sometimes do
I blew with such force that my bones became shrapnel
And leveled the town, except the small chapel
My teeth flew like bullets, I didn't know what was happening
They killed everyone in sight, except for the chaplain
And then, thanks to him, we were happily wed
Even though, at the time, I think we were both dead
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 7:17 AM UTC
My heart is packed so full of love for you
I dreamed I exploded, like aerosol cans sometimes do
I blew with such force that my bones became shrapnel
And leveled the town, except the small chapel
My teeth flew like bullets, I didn't know what was happening
They killed everyone in sight, except for the chaplain
And then, thanks to him, we were happily wed
Even though, at the time, I think we were both dead
Jeffrey Franken, Frankenhooker, dir. Frank Henelotter, 1990
I have an overwhelming fondness for tales of a love so potent, even death cannot dissolve it.
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