Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, animals both domesticated and wild, welcome to my home.
Today and tomorrow are an amusing mix of traditions, one of fear and superstition and the other of love. Friday the 13th will end and Valentine's Day will begin. And during that transfer--that equinox between fear and love, if you will--lovers will embrace while murder takes place and both climaxes will intertwine.
Ah, I feel a poem coming ...
Today is the day,
A day you might say,
For a heart and a rose,
A knife and a smile,
With you and a lover,
Or another.
Now doesn't everyone feel better? I wish I could see all of your smiling faces behind your monitors' bluish glow.
Today and tomorrow are an amusing mix of traditions, one of fear and superstition and the other of love. Friday the 13th will end and Valentine's Day will begin. And during that transfer--that equinox between fear and love, if you will--lovers will embrace while murder takes place and both climaxes will intertwine.
Ah, I feel a poem coming ...
Today is the day,
A day you might say,
For a heart and a rose,
A knife and a smile,
With you and a lover,
Or another.
Now doesn't everyone feel better? I wish I could see all of your smiling faces behind your monitors' bluish glow.
