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.