All my friends are talking about leaving, about leaving But all my friends are sitting in their graves One day we’ll all be ghosts Tripping around in someone else’s home
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it. I said: "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter-bitter," he answered; "But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart." --Stephen Crane
And who am I? Oh just your friendly neighborhood professional procrastinator enamored with reading, moviegoing, quoting, laughing and the occasional awkward run-in...whoops. What I meant to say is, "that's one secret I'll never tell". XOXO.