& she screamed 'Claudio!'

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Pablo Neruda

Today has flown by.

I guess that is to be expected

when I sleep in past noon.

Watched Up last night.

Simply Delightful.

Go see it. In 3D.

Current Beat:

Coheed & Cambria "Everything Evil"

Goddamnit, we'll make it if you believe.