It had been the worst day of my life. I was so weary. My brain had weight. Love, like violence, besieged me and my resources had run empty. I was ready for surrender but not beforeÂ i had killed the thought of She who had stolen faith from me. Thereâ€™s a fine line between a nipple and a black hole andÂ i was going to aim for the nipple â€¦ at least for a while.