Think I might write a classic romance. Here’s a sample line. “I walked down love lane and turned into happiness avenue, but it was not to be. Her hair was a hive, beautiful, deadly, surrounded by bees, they stang my cock to smithereens. But I loved every minute. Her eyes were like nuclear bombs, the explosions blew my balls off. I wandered, dazed, weeping from radiation sickness, my sores a beacon of her paradise, limbs dropping off in her name, broken, battered and bleeding, I wandered into the hole of her love, and died like a dog in her cavern.”
I could be the next fucking Christmas Number one in HELL.