Theme
3:10pm October 7, 2011
6:47am September 25, 2011
crunchingnumbers:

With bony hands I hold my partner, on soulless feet we cross the floor. The music stops as if to answer, an empty knocking at the door. It seems his skin was sweet as mango, when last I held him to my breast. But now we dance this grim fandango, and will four years before we rest.- Olivia Ofrenda, Grim Fandango, LucasArts, 1998

crunchingnumbers:

With bony hands I hold my partner,
on soulless feet we cross the floor.
The music stops as if to answer,
an empty knocking at the door.
It seems his skin was sweet as mango,
when last I held him to my breast.
But now we dance this grim fandango,
and will four years before we rest.

- Olivia Ofrenda, Grim Fandango, LucasArts, 1998