A Song Of Bells And Citrus Fruits
Light a candle, let it shine.
Add a little powder,
Make it blaze, brighter than nebulae,
A waxwork supernova to light you to bed.
Read by it, write by it, create a
Memory by it for you or someone else,
Or, if you’re really lucky, both.
Create all night,
Till the bells toll in the day.
What do we say to the sleepy god?
Not today.
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As you may have gathered, I’m ludicrously over-excited about the return of Game of Thrones. I’m supposed to be an adult, this isn’t healthy.
Oh, right, a quote:
‘My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I’m happy. I can’t figure it out. What am I doing right?’ – Snoopy. Or Charles M Schulz in Peanuts if you insist.
Up The Catharsis 