Over the summer, neko and I had fallen into the habit of enjoying a leisurely Sunday afternoon mimosa brunch at our local IHOP. Ironically, Randall Munroe’s latest post arrived just in time for the weekend:
I think we’ll be going more often.
A word of advice: Don’t eat the pancakes…it’s the cesium additives in the flour that allow them to track you…
via xkcd
A cry…
Pillar of fire, pillar of truth
I wish to go down with the sun,
I wish for this night time to last an eternity.Her flaming locks of hair fill the sky,
With her voice sweet like the deadliest berry,
I die each time she speaks with the wind.My heart bleeds as my feet race to the sand,
Amongst the clear water, pale as her face
Forever rest my mind with no chance of dreaming.Safe is my soul as pure is the truest of beauty.
You hold my dreams like the sands of the earth
So close, running with my back against all the pain.I wish to go down with the sun,
In my darkest of days I shall think of your light
Soft on my face, full of your grace.I shall weep a thousand moons.
Never will this end.