Quoth the Raving... (a pune or play on werds)

The Sweeper · 24-06-2005 10:07PM #1

Shakespeare wrote:

What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!

And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

...you ever have just one of those days?

NotMe · 24-06-2005 10:59PM

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angry_fox · 25-06-2005 10:40AM

Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind,
As man's ingratitude

Mmmmmmmmmm........

Steveire · 25-06-2005 12:30PM

Amazingly, you can get away with ignoring punctuation if you call it a "stream of consciousness"

Ulysses wrote:

I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I
yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes
and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and
his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

Chad ghostal · 25-06-2005 07:31PM

two bee or not two bee?
*O8O*

angry_fox · 26-06-2005 10:30AM

Speaking of bees, did ye see the guy who tried to set a new world record by attracting more than half a million bees onto his body....? He failed only attracted about 200,000 bees

The lesson of the bee wrote:

The honey-bee that wanders all day long The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er, To gather in his fragrant winter store, Humming in calm content his winter song, Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast, The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips, But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips The single drop of sweetness closely pressed Within the poison chalice.

Quoth the Raving... (a pune or play on werds)

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