lemmanade.net

When life gives you lemmas, make lemmanade.

This living hand, now warm and capable of earnest grasping, would if it were cold and in the icy silence of the tomb, so haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights that thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood, so in my veins red life my stream again, and thou be conscience calmed. See, here it is. I hold it towards you.