Secret Adventurer with an overwhelming sense of Melancholia. A Lover of Things Elusive. More than Willing to Soar through All of Time and Space to Embrace Joy.
And besides all these grandiose ideas, just a lot of the inane that fills up a head not bound to the rules of a single timeline.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
I May Not Be Green With Ragged Clothing, But I Think I May Be the Hulk, Just the Same.