I MADE A WHOLE FUCKING BUNCH OF SNICKERDOODLE'S
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happy
Now Playing: Amy Correia...Carnival Love....well the bearded lady winked....
Topic: Nothing in particular
VOILA:
The bearded lady winked at the tattooed man
And the tattooed man took her by the hand
Together they walked into their house of mirrors
And that starts a whole bunch of sideshow rumors
They were a little bit afraid of looking at each other, cause
Everybody said you look weird together
When the lights go up and the sun goes down
They're the perfect couple underneath these pink cotton candy clouds
It was a carnival carnival love
It was a carnival carnival love
It was a carnival carnival love
The sword swallower swallowed his pride
And he fell at the knees of his contortionist bride
He said you bent over backwards honey to give me your love
And it's made me believe in a god above
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And the fat lady looked so beautiful
Under the fried dough moon
And the rough sailor boy with his unanchored eye
He was the only one there made that solid woman swoon
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I heard ecstatic lovers screamin' on the roller coaster ride
I saw girls who felt pretty with a boyfriend at their side
I could taste it I could smell it in the air
It was love and it cast out all fear
And the lonely hearted people who ride on the ferris wheel
Gonna eat a sugar-coated star
And all those lonely hearted people up there
They just got to be loved for exactly who they are
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you just sometimes have to love the occasional random singer that no one has ever heard of. and i made 68 snickerdoodles today!!! and i uploaded 2 cd's OZZY ROX MY SOX...
...once i was an irishman, i lived under the sea, the sea was cold and so i moved into a cup of tea... oh, idee, didee, didee, didee, didee, didde, dye!
and yes, that was absolutely necessary.
and im taking a poll...
who looks better in the kickass skull/chain pants
me or pache?
HAMLET
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
OPHELIA
Good my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?
HAMLET
I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
OPHELIA
My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver;
I pray you, now receive them.
HAMLET
No, not I;
I never gave you aught.
OPHELIA
My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;
And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
HAMLET
Ha, ha! are you honest?
OPHELIA
My lord?
HAMLET
Are you fair?
OPHELIA
What means your lordship?
HAMLET
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
admit no discourse to your beauty.
OPHELIA
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
with honesty?
HAMLET
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
force of honesty can translate beauty into his
likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
time gives it proof. I did love you once.
OPHELIA
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
HAMLET
You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
it: I loved you not.
OPHELIA
I was the more deceived.
HAMLET
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Where's your father?
OPHELIA
At home, my lord.
HAMLET
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the
fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.
OPHELIA
O, help him, you sweet heavens!
HAMLET
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for
thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as
snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a
nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs
marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough
what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,
and quickly too. Farewell.
OPHELIA
O heavenly powers, restore him!
HAMLET
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God
has given you one face, and you make yourselves
another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:
those that are married already, all but one, shall
live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a
nunnery, go.
for your shakespeareance of the week...
lets just say im really bored
HUGZ FOR ALL...
~Guiness~
Posted by greypsychosis
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