shoot cupid in the brain with a .50 calibre bullet
flatten love under the treads of an army tank
draw and quarter hope and nail its limbs to the wall of a church
drown holiness by tying a rope with a rock at the end of it around its waist and dumping it in to the arctic waters off nunivut
drag peace from a chain behind a pickup truck for miles till its head comes off
run a marathon for the good times and die of exhaustion on the finish line