Our love is like the USS Scorpion…
The initial construction was reasonable, but regular maintenance was refused until negligence distilled an inescapable nightmare.
Our love is like the Titan submersible…
It was constructed upon premises that we were warned repeatedly would not go the distance, prompting concern from both professionals and those closest to us.
Our love is like the narco-submarines built deep in the jungle…
No one can know about us, baby. We have to stay under the radar. We were never designed to ascend to great depths but instead to remain superficial. This vessel is not built for comfort; it is a vehicle of misery. Also, I’m doing cocaine.
Our love is like the K-141 Kursk…
Our enemies were so curious that they expended great effort to dig up and examine the wreckage, hoping to find something they could use against us.



