The sun is a blotch against the navy-blue eyes of the day, and it fades away to a lingering crest of misfortune until all these chords are struck senseless and everything we say is without meaning.
Ladida. I am an owl. Watch me go beep bloop and bam.
There was nothing he enjoyed more than a good book. He'd wander into the study, take down some leather-bound volume, and eat it. — Terence Brady (dog owner)
