francis nor capule
on some deleted poem
1 Apr 2005, 5:42 PM
nicely done!
i like this (though i dont eat pickles).......
I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: farewell, bastard.
PETRUCHIO: Will it not be? Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll ring it; I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it. He wrings him by the ears
GRUMIO: Help, masters, help! my master is mad.
PETRUCHIO: Now, knock when I bid you, sirrah villain!
[Enter HORTENSIO.]
HORTENSIO: How now! what's the matter? My old friend Grumio! And my good friend Petruchio! How do you all at Verona?
[Enter the Borgias' FOOL.]
LUCREZIA: Well, Fool, what's thy latest?
FOOL: Aristotle's or Zeno's, Lady--'tis neither latest nor last. For, marry, if the cobbler stuck to his last, then were his latest his last in rebus ambulantibus. Argal, I stick at nothing but cobble-stones, which, by the same token, are stuck to the road by men's fingers.
LUCREZIA: How many crows may nest in a grocer's jerkin?
FOOL: A full dozen at cock-crow, and something less under the dog-star, by reason of the dew, which lies heavy on men taken by the scurvy.
LUCREZIA: Methinks the Fool is a fool.
FOOL: And therefore, by auricular deduction, am I own twin to the Lady Lucrezia!
[Sings.]
When pears hang green on the garden wall
With a nid, and a nod, and a niddy-niddy-o
Then prank you, lads and lasses all,
With a yea and a nay and a niddy-o.
But when the thrush flies out o' the frost
With a nid, [etc.]
'Tis time for loons to count the cost,
With a yea [etc.]
partly inspired by Sylvia Plath's 'The Rival'
only in draft form.
i dont really like this and it reminds me slightly of the clown in the movie version of it (stephen king)
Fuck racism, judge everyone for who they are not for what color they are. A couple of my best friends were black, then one day along came my stepdad who said I couldn't hang out with different races, hell he didn't even like my white friends.
i know the feeling.well penned!
Apparently I'm not the only one who writes about superheroes. Well done. Beginning could use some rewriting but the rest was well done. -9-
Do you and CLS show each other your bits over the internet - I suppose it's easier for CLS to do so as they are detachable.
Appallingly damp.
Do you possess an innie or an outie? (penis that is)
Name me one person called Jason who is not a collossal cockwound.
You nonce.
most guys dont.OMG got to call her quick : P
re: "The poetry I write and the images I paint,
Capture only parts of what I feel for you."
That would be only the maudlin and trite parts? Do you ever wonder about that?
"A man sits like as though he were stone"
My head turned to stone when I read this.
PAPAL ALERT: The Pope's condition can only be described as "unbelievably appalling" :(
PAPAL ALERT: The Pope's health has worsened to a point that is Beyond Thunderdome. The only things keeping him alive are Vatican denial, and a complex system of ropes, pulleys, and two-way mirrors. We just pray they can keep the white dumpling ticking for a few more hours, lest he suffer the ignobility of death on April Fool's Day :(