Chapter 10 - Of romance

I saw a 12 year old son and his 40+ year father in identical t-shirts today. Mass made perhaps.

It said - "I am the last living romantic."

Chapter 18 - Of bondage

I see you share hushed exchanges, wanton giggles, laced cigarettes and stolen kisses and I'm left with stunned silence, asphyxiated nerves, stoked dreams and drowning rigors. Not to mention hours of counselor sessions.

Only if I was a satellite. 

Chapter 20 - Of marriage

Till death, divorce or ennui do us apart?

You dont bring me flowers anymore. My notes to you are of shopping lists and yours of reminders to pay bills.

I think it should be - "till marriage do us apart!"