ai.. a dor...

nothing here... move along, move along...



aaaaa...... who am i kidding??....



running solo now... it tends to suck ass... thats ok though.

life will do that to you.



lift you high up in the sky, and then bring you down like a meteor rock re-entering atmosphere. it will probably burn most of itself in the process, but there is always some fragments left...



oh well, and here is some marlow, for your reading pleasure.





Jupiter:

What? dares she strike the darling of my thoughts?

By Saturnes soule, and this earth threatning haire,

That shaken thrise, makes Natures buildings quake,

I vow, if she but once frowne on thee more,

To hang her meteor like twixt heaven and earth,

And bind her hand and foote with golden cordes,

As once I did for harming Hercules.



        Christopher Marlowe, Dido, Queen of Carthage