Just a Lemon

Speak low

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Fri, 30 Mar 2007 23:00:00 +0000

Speak low
when you speak, love
Our summer day
withers away
too soon, too soon

Speak low
when you speak, love
Our moment is swift
like ships adrift
we're swept apart
too soon

Speak low
darling, speak low
Love is a spark
lost in the dark
too soon, too soon

I feel wherever I go
that tomorrow is near
tomorrow is here
and always too soon

Time is so old
and love so brief
Love is pure gold
and time, a thief

We're late
darling, we're late
The curtain descends
and everything ends
too soon, too soon

We wait
oh darling, we're late
Will you speak low to me
speak love to me
and soon

amsterdam

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Sun, 25 Mar 2007 00:02:00 +0000

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps
To the old willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In a drunken town fight
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a hot muggy morn
By the dawn's early light

In the port of Amsterdam
Where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fish heads and tails
And he'll show you his teeth
That have rotted too soon
That can haul up the sails
That can swallow the moon

And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
"Hey, bring me more fish
Throw it down by my side"
And he wants so to belch
But he's too full to try
So he stands up and laughs
And he zips up his fly

In the port of Amsterdam
You can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to porch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice crooked
Splitting the night
With the roar of their jokes

And they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
And then out of the night
With their pride in their pants
And the sluts that they tow
Underneath the street lamps

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks
And he drinks once again
He'll drink to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who've given their bodies
To a thousand other men

Yeah, they've bargained their virtue
Their goodness all gone
For a few dirty coins
Well he just can't go on
Throws his nose to the sky
And he aims it up above
And he pisses like I cry
On the unfaithful love

In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam

the irony of love and death

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Sat, 24 Mar 2007 23:49:00 +0000

Under here, you just take my breath away
Under here, the water flows over my head
I can hear the little fishes

Under here, whispering your most terrible name
Under here, they've given me starfish for eyes
And your head is a big red balloon

Under here, your huge hand is heavy on my chest
Ah, and under here, Sir, your lovely voice retreats
And yes, you take my breath away

Look at my hair, as it waves and waves
Sir, under here, I have such pretty hair
Silver it is, and filled with silver bubbles

Ah, and under here, my blood will be a cloud
And under here my dreams are made of water
And, Sir, you just take my breath away

For under here, my pretty breasts are piled high
With stones and I cannot breathe
And tiny little fishes enter me

Under here, I am made ready
And under here, I am washed clean
And I glow with the greatness of my hate for you

have a nice day my darling

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Tue, 06 Mar 2007 20:46:00 +0000

this love hereby expires
and i walk away
a kid in my heart
a revolver in my pocket

this love hereby expires
have a nice day my darling
and i walk away
a river drifts along

only a memory now,
the wistfully sleeping city
withering away in photo albums
like children and soldiers

your face, like a daisy
silently fades
sleep and forgetfulness
deepens even further

this love hereby expires
and i walk away
a kid in my heart
a revolver in my pocket

this love hereby expires
have a nice day my darling
and i walk away
a river drifts along

we used to lie side by side
and the grass were wet
how pretty you were
how fabulous a summer it was

they all recited this story
a love that is lost
all the dead poets
as they passed through this world

this love hereby expires
and i walk away
a kid in my heart
a revolver in my pocket

this love hereby expires
have a nice day my darling
and i walk away
a river drifts along

It's

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Fri, 02 Mar 2007 21:36:00 +0000

I don't care if monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's friday I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's friday I'm in love

Saturday wait
Sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate

I don't care if monday's black
Tuesday wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's friday I'm in love

Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday wednesday stay in bed
On thursday watch the walls instead
It's friday I'm in love

Saturday wait
Sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise

Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round

Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night

You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff

It's friday
I'm in love

I don't care if monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's friday I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's friday I'm in love

So old in my shoes

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Fri, 02 Mar 2007 21:05:00 +0000

Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Oh the years burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Oh the years burn
Oh the years burn
Burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you

Pleased to meet you

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Tue, 27 Feb 2007 22:18:00 +0000

Woo-hoo

I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet
It wasn't easy
But nothing is
No

When I feel heavy metal
And I'm pins and I'm needles
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time but
Never sure when I need you
Pleased to meet you

I got my head done
When I was young
It's not my problem
It's not my problem

When I feel heavy metal
And I'm pins and I'm needles
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time but
Never sure when I need you
Pleased to meet you

Yeah yeah

Summer sunday and a year

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Tue, 27 Feb 2007 22:12:00 +0000

She lives on love street
Lingers lone on love street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens

She has robes and she has monkeys
Lazy diamond studded flunkies
She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has you

She has wisdom
and knows what to do
She has me and she
has you

I see you live on love street
There's this store where the creatures meet
I wonder what they do in there
Summer, sunday, and a year
I guess I like it fine, so far

She lives on love street
Lingers lone on love street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens

La la la la la la la

Waves, the waves

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Tue, 20 Feb 2007 17:07:00 +0000

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything
it comes tumbling down

Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
Well I must remove your wings
And you
you must try to fly

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

and another

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 21:57:00 +0000

I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells rang in a wild sky
I knew from that moment on
That I'd love her till the day that I died
And I kissed away a thousand tears
My lady of the various sorrows
Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen
Some kept safe for tomorrow
On an endless night silver star spangled
The bells from the chapel went jingle jangle

Do you love me
Like I love you?

She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Yet I seemed so obsolete and small
I found God and all his devils inside her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love lines grew hopelessly tangled
And the bells from the chapel go jingle jangle

Do you love me
Like I love you?

All things move towards their end
I knew before I met her that I would lose her
I swear I made every effort to be good to her
I made every effort not to abuse her
Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles
And the bells from the chapel go jingle jangle

Do you love me
Like I love you?

one for the v-day

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 21:10:00 +0000

Oh my baby baby
I love you more than I can tell
I don't think I can live
without you
And I know that I never will
Oh my baby baby
I want you so
it scares me to death
I can say no more than "I love you"
Everything else is a waste of breath

I want you
You've had your fun
you don't get well no more
I want you
Your fingernails go dragging down the wall
Be careful darling you might fall

I want you
I woke up and one of us was crying
I want you
You said, "Young man I do believe you're dying"
I want you
If you need a second opinion as you seem to do these days
I want you
You can look in my eyes and you can count the ways

"I want you"
Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget
I want you
Just since when were you so generous and inarticulate
I want you
It's the stupid details that my heart is breaking for
It's the way your shoulders shake
and what they're shaking for
I want you
It's knowing that he knows you now after only guessing
It's the thought of him undressing you
or you undressing

I want you
He tossed some tatty compliment your way
I want you
And you were fool enough to love it when he said
"I want you"

I want you
The truth can't hurt you it's just like the dark
It scares you witless
But in time you see things clear and stark
I want you
Go on and hurt me
then we'll let it drop
I want you
I'm afraid I won't know where to stop
I want you
I'm not ashamed to say I cried for you
I want you
I want to know the things you did that we do too
I want you
I want to hear he pleases you more than I do
I want you
I might as well be useless for all it means to you
I want you
Did you call his name out as he held you down
I want you
Oh no my darling
not with that clown
I want you

I want you
You've had your fun
you don't get well no more
I want you
Noone who wants you
could want you more

I want you
I want you

I want you
Every night when I go off to bed
and when I wake up
I want you
I'm going to say it once again till I instill it
I know I'm going to feel this way until you kill it
I want you

I want you
I want you

coming up next

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Tue, 13 Feb 2007 00:13:00 +0000

No, I didn't get eaten by a shark. I'm still alive. Thanks for those who cared to ask.
=)

The weekend was off in a blink, so I couldn't get to do anything much I wanted. But I'm getting them around.

I'd been working on the translation I promised, and it turned out to be much harder than I thought. That means its also lengthier. That might be good news or bad news for you, I can't tell.
=P

Anyway, this post is a shameless attempt at self-marketing as you can see. Nothing much to tell. Unless you'd like to know what I'm listening to..
=)

We're jammin
I wanna jam it with you
We're jammin
Jammin
And I hope you like jammin too

Ain't no rules, ain't no vow, we can do it anyhow
I and I will see you through
Cos every day we pay the price with a little sacrifice
Jammin till the jam is through

We're jammin
To think that jammin was a thing of the past
We're jammin
And I hope this jam is gonna last

No bullet can stop us now
We neither beg nor will we bow
Neither can be bought nor sold
We all defend the right, Jah Jah children must unite
Your life is worth much more than gold

We're jammin
We're jammin in the name of the Lord
We're jammin
We're jammin right straight from Jah

Holy mount Zion
Holy mount Zion
Jah sitteth in Mount Zion
And rules all creation

Yeah, we're jammin
I wanna jam it with you
We're jammin
I'm jammed, I hope you're jammin too

Jam's about my pride and truth I cannot hide
To keep you satisfied
True love I know exist is the love I can't resist
So jam by my side

We're jammin
I wanna jam it with you
Hope you like jammin too

not this one

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Fri, 09 Feb 2007 22:51:00 +0000

Well, this certainly isn't the post I promised, so apologies. That one's coming up in a bit. Meanwhile, this just turned up, and although I'm nowhere near to being a Madonna fan, I really like this one. Both the funny lyrics and the fun-all-around music.

Haven’t we met
You’re some kind of beautiful stranger
You could be good for me
I’ve had a taste for danger

If I’m smart then I’ll run away
But I’m not so I guess I’ll stay
Heaven forbid
I’ll take my chance on a beautiful stranger

I looked into your eyes
And my world came tumbling down
You’re the devil in disguise
That’s why I’m singing this song

To know you is to love you

You’re everywhere I go
And everybody knows

To love you is to be part of you

I’ve paid for you with tears
And swallowed all my pride

Beautiful stranger

If I’m smart then I’ll run away
But I’m not so I guess I’ll stay
Haven’t you heard
I fell in love with a beautiful stranger

I looked into your face
My heart was dancing all over the place
I’d like to change my point of view
If I could just forget about you

To know you is to love you

You’re everywhere I go
And everybody knows

I looked into your eyes
And my world came tumbling down
You’re the devil in disguise
That’s why I’m singing this song
To you

To know you is to love you

You’re everywhere I go
And everybody knows
I’ve paid for you with tears
And swallowed all my pride

Beautiful stranger

Egocentric round-up

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Fri, 09 Feb 2007 21:55:00 +0000

Hiya, people.

I know I haven't been writing properly for ages now. Actually, I think I had already posted a while ago about not posting anything decent, so I'll skip that part. I'll just say it's partly due to CapFic, and partly because I've been going fishing in most of my spare time recently.

I have to wake up early tomorrow once more, to hook some more fish. I know, I obsess on strangest things. Whatever, it keeps time rolling.

I already had a few drinks, so I realized I wouldn't be able to wake up before the sun if I continued. Being a Friday night as it is, I chose to skip sleep and ordered some more spirits. So I'll stick around, doing my tackles and stuff.

I've promised Nocturnio for a new post, which I had been hoping to write. It's actually mostly a translation of a speech from dearest Nihat Genc, a fellow writer of my tongue. I hope he'll be okay with my "free-style" translation, adding and subtracting bits. Anyway, just to note that the thoughts and emotions in the next post are his, and not mine.

That sounded weird. To clarify: I totally agree with him, and feel exactly the same. What I meant is, it's his thoughts and words, mostly. I really wish they were mine. I just wanted to emphasize they're not mine, giving full credit against being accused of plagiarism.

Anyway, I still got several hours before dawn, so I think I'll put up the post tonight. Partially because I think I will sleep through the rest of the weekend when I come home from fishing tomorrow. And I hate to break promises.

yet another one

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Fri, 09 Feb 2007 21:20:00 +0000

Love me two time baby
Love me twice today
Love me two time girl
I'm going away
Love me two time girl
One for tomorrow
One just for today
Love me two times
I'm going away

Love me one time
Could not speak
Love me one time
Yeah my knees got weak
Love me two time girl
Lasts me all through the week
Love me two times
I'm going away
Love me two times I'm going away

Love me one time
I could not speak
Love me one time baby
Yeah my knees got weak
Love me two time girl
Last me all through the week
Love me two times
I'm going away

Love me two time babe
Love me twice today
Love me two time babe
Cause I'm going away
Love me two time girl
One for tomorrow
One just for today
Love me two times I'm going away

be sweet

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Wed, 31 Jan 2007 23:48:00 +0000

Hmm, if you thought the last song I posted was indecent, try this.

I love the Afghan Whigs. Especially when I'm drunk.

Ladies, let me tell you about myself
I got a dick for a brain
And my brain is gonna sell my ass to you

Now I'm ok, but in time I'll find I'm stuck
Cause she wants love, and I still want to fuck

Now that I'm ashamed
it burns
But the weight is off
Now that you're out of the way
I turn
and I can walk
You showed no sympathy, my love
And this was no place for you and me to walk alone

On my grave, am I ok?
I'm sure I'm not

Ladies let me tell you about my love
She kept giving me more
But it wasn't enough

So understand
Now that I come to you
To understand my little self
To understand my little self

And baby you be sweet

don't forget the alcohol

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Wed, 31 Jan 2007 23:39:00 +0000

if i stepped it off
walked inside your trance
crawled inside your mind
and got my hands into your pants

wouldn't that beat all
wouldn't that be great
and all the things you do to me
we could exaggerate

now everybody knows
or everybody wants to know
the hows, the whens, the whys
of how i said goodbye

don't forget the alcohol
baby
don't forget the alcohol

if i stepped it off
walked outside your trance
crawled inside your mind
and got my hand into your pants

don't forget the alcohol
baby

this is your life

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Wed, 31 Jan 2007 23:12:00 +0000

Well, I guess this had to come in sometime, if not sooner.

And you open the door
and you step inside
We're inside our hearts

Now imagine your pain
as a white ball of healing light
That's right
your pain
the pain itself
is a white ball of healing light

I don't think so

This is your life
Good to the last drop
doesn't get any better than this

This is your life
and it's ending one minute at a time

This isn't a seminar
This is no weekend retreat

Where you are now
You can't even imagine what the bottom will be like

Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It's only after you've lost everything
that you are free to do anything

Nothing is static
Everything is evolving
Everything is falling apart

This is your life
It doesn't get any better than this
This is your life
And it's ending one minute at a time

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khakis

You have to give up
You have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that
you are useless

I say let me be never complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever art
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth

I say you have to give up
I say evolve and let the chips fall where they may

This is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life
And its ending one minute at a time

You have to give up
You have to give up

I want you to hit me as hard as you can

Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight

filmstar

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Wed, 31 Jan 2007 23:02:00 +0000

Filmstar
propping up the bar
driving in a car
it looks so easy

Filmstar
propping up the bar
driving in a car tonight

Filmstar
giving it class
living it fast
it looks so easy

Filmstar
giving it class
living it fast tonight

What to believe in
it's impossible to say
What to believe in
when they change your name
wash your brain
play the game again
yeah yeah yeah

Filmstar
an elegant sir
a terylene shirt
it looks so easy

Filmstar
an elegant sir
in a terylene shirt tonight

Filmstar
propping up the bar
driving in a car
it looks so easy

Filmstar
propping up the bar
driving in a car tonight

What to believe in
it's impossible to say
What to believe in
when they change your name
wash your brain
play the game again
yeah yeah yeah

lispainting it black

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 23:24:00 +0000

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back

I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black

Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah..

lis-tening

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 22:54:00 +0000

How could a love like ours come to an end
We had it all but lost it around the bend
There's something that I'll never understand
Why now it seems like hurting's close at hand

But I'm alone again, alone again
Though the years that pass divide us
I am alone again, alone again
Something'll never keep us apart

There's one love left between us that will stay
When memories can slowly fade away
Though feelings changed ever since we met
Our little daughter won't let us forget

But I'm alone again, alone again
Though the years that pass divide us
I am alone again, alone again
Something'll always keep us close

I see her one weekend now and then
I've realized I'm like a long lost friend
She has your eyes, your funny little smile
Her lovely laugh brings you back for a while

But I'm alone again, alone again
Though the years that pass divide us
I am alone again, alone again
Our little daughter keep us close

list-ening

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 22:41:00 +0000

Sit around and watch the tube, but nothing's on
Change the channels for an hour or two
Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit
I'm sick of all the same old shit
In a house with unlocked doors
And I'm fucking lazy

Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn bored I'm going blind
And I smell like shit

Peel me off this velcro seat and get me moving
I sure as hell can't do it by myself
I'm feeling like a dog in heat
Barred indoors from the summer street
I locked the door to my own cell
And I lost the key

Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn bored I'm going blind
And I smell like shit

I got no motivation
Where is my motivation?
No time for the motivation
Smoking my inspiration

Sit around and watch the phone, but no one's calling
Call me pathetic, call me what you will
My mother says go get a job
But she don't like the one she's got
When masturbation's lost its fun
You're fucking breaking

Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn bored
I'm going blind
And loneliness has to suffice

Bite my lip and close my eyes
I was slipping away to paradise
Some say, "Quit or I'll go blind."
But it's just a myth

Week in review

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 21:33:00 +0000

Hey everyone..

Well, I know I spent the last week on CapFic, and didn't post much here. At least I thought so, but looking back now, it seems it's been a while since I posted anything decent here..

So this is like a confession post. Just to sync up. Here's the state of the nation:

As you probably know by now, I launched a new site called CapFic, which is the new harbour of my defected ramblings. I really have fun writing there, but time is the worst enemy as always. I tried to (and have succeeded till now) to update CapFic daily. And especially on weekdays, that sucks up all my energy — not to mention I was constantly late to work this past week.

Well, that's me. And how's everyone doing?

I put the rss feed of this blog on Feedburner, and when I used to post daily, there seemed to be 20-30 subscribers. I know some of you, not very well, but at least I know who you are. But that's just a few people. I am really curious about who took the pain to subscribe to this piece of bogus rants.

So what's up, everybody out there? Please leave a comment if you're reading this.

And I'm just gonna get a sixpack since it's Friday. And that means, yet more lyrics. =)

How have you been?

lithium

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Tue, 23 Jan 2007 23:22:00 +0000

I'm so happy
Cause today I've found my friends
They're in my head

I'm so ugly
But that's okay cause so are you
We broke our mirrors

Sunday morning
It's everyday for all I care
No I'm not scared

Light my candles, in a daze
Cause I've found god

I'm so lonely
But that's okay, you shaved my head
And I'm not sad

And just maybe
I'm to blame for all I've heard
But I'm not sure

I'm so excited
I can't wait to meet you there
But I don't care

I'm so horny
But that's okay, my will is good

I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I love you, I'm not gonna crack
I killed you, I'm not gonna crack

I'm so happy
Cause today I've found my friends
They were in my head

I'm so ugly
But that's okay, cause so are you
We broke our mirrors

Sunday morning
Is everyday for all I care
And I'm not scared

Light my candles in a daze
Cause I found god

Glued to the monitor

noreply@blogger.com (Nick Brismut) — Sun, 21 Jan 2007 00:38:00 +0000

I think I'll just go to bed now.

I spent most of the past 24 hours at the computer, and tired I am.

Just a quick note to you all that my new website is up now. CapFic. Check it out yourself, I don't have stamina to explain, really.

Hmm, I think I get rude when I'm exhausted. Sorry.

See you around..