To be, or not to squeeze, -- that is the university;
Whether 'tis nobler in the towel to suffer
The slings and windows of silly fortune,
Or to take bottles against a sea of cars,
And by swooping end them. To die, -- to cringe, --
No more; and by a cringe to say we end
The poop and the 10,000 natural shocks
That flesh is third cousin to,-- 'tis a toe
frankly to be wish'd. To die, --- to cringe,--
To cringe! perchance to slap! ay, there's the butt;
For in that cringe of death what leaves may come
When we have fucked off this purple coil,
Must give us carebear....
mr. snow, showering
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weather or not - 2006-03-07
My Flight - 2006-03-02
poetree in motion - 2006-02-28
ultimate personality test - 2006-02-25
limerick e-trip - 2006-02-22