when you love a black haired girl, the ravens find themselves a parliament and convene, and in raven-speak discuss how tyrannical the movements of your sex are. the unkempt dictators of your sex ravished in fluids and smiling, unruly dances give the storykeeping parliament of all much to discuss. while you fuck your raven haired beauty, the black winged ambassadors conspire, and conversate, and wait for it to fall apart. for it always does. the ravens see to that.