Wednesday, December 27, 2006

The Winter of Our Discontent

For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as tie heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!
- Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II Scene ii
'Nuff said. Heh.

3 comments:

Bob said...

"For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings"
resultantly the mater rejoices:her "li'l lump of fat" is , apparantly, boubd to lose some weight.prochondo petkharap and she withholds medication.need to say clost to a loo at all times. ergo will not be seeing you anon.

Bob said...

corrections:bouNd and sTay closE.er,loathing to the tummy evidenty causes this bundle of adipose to err.

rainbeau_peep said...

bobby darling,
pet kharap. yes. that's exactly what i meant.
anyway, we have had a conversation about the frequency and consistency of ur crap. and mine. it was a particularly pleasant moment of intimacy. unforgettable. quite.

aah.'tis the season for release. liberation. ki volvo. vaje vokchi.
be so kind as to not agree with me. remember how delightfully obedient i am to awl ur demands. and don't forget that u neither allowed me my 5th and 6th piercing, nor expressed any enthusiasm toward accompanying me to Bhagam Bhag.
*spotlight. nat king cole*
Unforgivable... That's what you are...
:-p