Guest Zephryin Posted March 18, 2002 Report Posted March 18, 2002 Forgive me for butchering a soliloquey from a perfectly good play, but I just couldn't resist... O that this too solid crystal would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, man! Or that the Law had not fix'd His canon 'gainst hash-brownies! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and untokable Seem to me all the uses of this cough syrup, man! Fie on't! Ah, fie and all! 'Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and burnt in nature Smell it merely. That it should come to this, man! But two months sober!... «=================» Zephryin, Knight of The Constellation, Initiate of the Pen is Mightier than the Sword «=================» "Draw thy sword, that, if my speech offend a noble heart, thy arm may do thee justice: here is mine."
Ozymandias Posted March 20, 2002 Report Posted March 20, 2002 Oh my stars and garters... Well written butchery, to say the least. {:>)
Guest Minta Rose Posted March 20, 2002 Report Posted March 20, 2002 Choooooooooocccoooooolllaatteeee. . . --Tzimfemme, the naked I sold my soul for brownies Donations now welcome
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