Happy Birthday William Shakespeare William Shakespeare might be the coolest guy who ever lived. I have said that when and if I get to heaven, I would love to hang out with Willy It would be a blast, having a beer at whatever pub exists within the pearly gates, having watched one of his plays dramatized, and recounting many funny moments. There are many images of William. There is Shakespeare the avant-garde, Shakespeare the liberal free lover, Shakespeare the bi-sexual, Shakespeare ...
just a short message today in celebration of Shakespeare's birthday. in his honor I will read a few of my favourite sonnets before going to bed tonight, maybe soon I'll finish my tattoo that symbolizes him. it's a spear being shaken I want to add a part of my favourite sonnet too.... on a volcano note, everything is ok at the moment and not much ash, the kids didn't play outside today but it's ok at the moment..
(Listening/watching: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jgmgE-QDzA) I am a sucker for anything that stimulates the tiny innumerable cubicles of my mind. Gladly, it doesn't stop there. The stimulation is only a beginning, as it is meant to be. I have just discovered what it is in stories, in songs, in movies, or in crap that urges me to light a cigarette like it's the last one (just like what I'm doing now), to sometimes cry unstoppably without warning like ...
Updated 04-23-2010 at 12:29 AM by Scheherazade85
(written on a Monday) Only one incident brightened my blue Monday. I visited my ex's mom and when I got there, a kid greeted me. It was his six-year old niece that I was very fond of and haven't seen for quite a long time. Eyes widened, she paused to examine me carefully and when I raised my arms to hug her, she unhesitatingly embraced me, looked me in the eye, smiled and said, "You look like my Ate Maf2x (That's me!)." That just killed ...
You/Me/We We have both been broken broken minds broken souls cracked veneer. You help hold me together a quiet assurance your hands massage my heart into life again, how I fantasize about your hands. Hands that could hold me forever, with a touch heal wounds unseen sew my very soul so it does not escape. I know the pain you suffer ...
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