i have to leave now. the morning is here. and like any other nocturnal creature, i fear it is time for me to remember again how to sleep.

will post the rest of my stuff tomorrow. mostly literature, i guess. until then, arrivederci.


Nicolo Garduque, where the hell are you? haha. where'd you put my short story? i've been searching for it.




"I Love my Lightning Bug."


Good morning.

This is what happens when people forget to sleep. you start seeing things in a new--perhaps, better--perspective. you even start seeing things that aren't really there.
or maybe they're real, after all. LEMME CHECK.
nope, they're not.
awrite cool. God be with you.