The Empty Space in My Bed

Never was there a story of more woe...

Than this of Cinthia and I. Blessed be the one who's bed she sleeps in. T'was but only a short time I had her with me. I can  still smell the sweet aroma of her majestic hair that had lain upon my very pillow. Apricots. Fresh as the dickens. Oh glorious Cinthia! The love I bear thee can afford thee no better term than this: thou art a goddess! How I yearn for your return, or my arrival to where ever you may be. There is a certain solemnity that airs every crevice of the manor. In contrast with how life once was when Cinthia lived about my quarters, I receive no sense of meaningful life direction. Without her I am forever lost, a wanderer, a vagabond, a nomad. I have no home. Two roads diverged into the woods, and I didn't take either of them.  My life is an everlasting abyss that only sinks in deeper into the depths of tragedy and affliction. Alas, I am fortune's fool. Oh dear, sweet Cinthia, if the gods themselves have within them slight traces of a merciful heart, they will find a way for us to be together. Until then, sweet waif, I'll be dreaming of you.
                              Return to my bed.
                                     -A. 

Babe of the Week

Today's Breakfast Consists of an English [Stud] Muffin.

Jude Law. A solid actor, with a solid resumé. Many of you may know him from the popular box office hit, Sherlock Holmes, where Law is casted alongside the ruggedly handsome Robert Downey Jr. as his witty sidekick, Watson. And if that's all you know this admirable-looking fellow for, then you, sir or madame, are an uncultured philistine. How dare you assume this man's most foreknown work be the part of a lowly sidekick? I weep for you and your generation. This man has worked among some of the greatest names cinema has to offer nowadays, like Leonardo DiCaprio in The Aviator, Matt Damon in The Talented Mr. Rigby -a role which earned him a nomination for best supporting actor-, and  Nicole Kidman in Cold Mountain. Indeed he is but a pinnacle of all things gorg'. From the way the sun hits and illuminates every nook and cranny of his face; glorious contours shed light upon by gargantuan ball of various gases and light. Something truly magical, something that would only be seen in moments of fantasy and child-like whimsy. Something worthy of being an 80's John Hughes movie. And for that, we thank you Mr. Law. Kudos Jude.
                             Whatever Souls Are Made of, His And Mine Are The Same.

                                           -The Council of Babes