Yes, to dance beneath the diamond skies with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the trees, circled by the circus sands -- With all memories and fate, driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow...
'Tis the season to shovel enormous amounts of watermelon into your mouth while hunched over the cutting board like a dehydrated vampire that hasn't fed on blood in four hundred years and the only viable substitute is this questionable Christmas-colored fruit. — Ari11
