long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton]
the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. [oscar wilde]
February 04, 2009
hail to the king (the sky is falling in)
i leave the subway and the gray skies above hail me. literally. i started my morning at the sound of moonspell, and was welcomed outside by chunks of falling ice. perfect.
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