herald_square cr0wl beep i hear in the dark morning, new snow has fallen silently during our slumber, the time when snowmen who have been made, magcally come alive and dance under a frozen moon with rabbits, squirrels, cats, rats, and sleeping bats. my day is already a fuse lit burning to a series of explosions. i often announce myself with a wave of smiles, too many to criticize. circle future 090130 what's it to you? who go blather from