Okay, the new layout I have been working on for the past week is almost completed. It's entitled "Smoke and Mirrors" and the artwork is from Neil gaiman's film Mirrormask. Really good movie, wonderfully screwed up. The poem in the background is also from Neil Gaiman, his short piece called "Reading the Entrails: A Rondel".
So with any luck this'll work out....
Anyway, here's the poem in it's entirety:
They’ll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate - The cards and stars that tumble as they will. Tomorrow manifests and brings the bill For every kiss and kill, the small and great. You want to know the future, love? Then wait: I’ll answer your impatient questions. Still - They’ll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate, The cards and stars that tumble as they will.
I’ll come to you tonight, dear, when it’s late, You will not see me; you may feel a chill. I’ll wait until you sleep, then take my fill, And that will be your future on a plate. They’ll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate.