Do not trust people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after my kind. -Your Beloved, your Honey Drop, your Elastic Sugar Bum, Cereal Porcupine.