Word of the Day – Beloved
How is it that my beloved is nowhere to be found and that the toaster has short-circuited? How is it that bricks have flown in through the windows and shadows scuttle along the ceiling with knives in their hands and death in their eyes? Why do I see nothing but love for people who make so little sense, and show no sign of ever loving me back? Just take me out–just take me dancing.