I thought that frightening until tonight when a friend showed me the easter eggs lovingly ( and suspiciously) perfectly made by his girl friend; they had messages on them (exquisitely written in melted while chocolate; as good as if Mondrian had marked out your hopscotch squares on the pavement) which kind of spooked me.
The messages read(subliminally): Die you bastard!
But he is a chocoholic. I know he will ignore my warnings and fall in love.
One day he will fill the cracks in the pavement with alcohol.
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