It’s an hour past midnight, and okay, I guess I should go through my thousand.​

Kill-joy to the world.

Well, that was certainly a longer title than usual.

I don’t want to do this either… but I think I do need to get words out of my system, and as that happens, I don’t know, I guess the memory block or the writer’s block would just get purged. I really would want that.

"The pleasure is to play, Makes no difference what you say"

The temptation to celebrate a little too much is very strong, but before anything else, I would just like to share a couple of thoughts here and there.

It wasn't that I said bad stuff, but I just knew I could do better.

Rest is, as it always was, a weapon.

'We have life because of love, and we love, because we have life.'