Imagine the emotion of a cold shoulder, putting your tender hands on something so boiling and awful, why would this cause the eruption of my delight, the love for pain as it keeps me going, trapped I am in this sweating sauna of despair, but yet I keep delight in this room, where the burning of my hope fuels the gasoline stove in the winter storms, adrenaline rushing throughout my soul never to submise, I have made it a necessity to put my mind to a cessation, it has not been easy but I am able to cope with the blunders of my morality +End