Sunday, January 15, 2006

Sunday Soliliquy

To be, or not to smell, -- that is the popcorn;
Whether 'tis nobler in the booger to suffer
The slings and pumpkins of tasty fortune,
Or to take sandwiches against a sea of dust bunnies,
And by frolicking end them. To die, -- to tickle, --
No more; and by a tickle to say we end
The bellybutton and the 9327 natural shocks
That flesh is basketweaver to,-- 'tis a lamp
stealthily to be wish'd. To die, --- to tickle,--
To tickle! perchance to drink! ay, there's the chick pea;
For in that tickle of death what boxes may come
When we have objected off this perverted coil,
Must give us toenail....

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