From: Twittering One on
"O heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry ...
My salad days,
When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,
To say as I said then ~ ! But, come, away;
Get me ink and paper ~ !"
~ Cleopatra

"Deartest Hostess of The Mummies ~
To what end, how fine a point, your ink and paper,
For what daze does your gaze bedazzle,
If white your pearls, but grey your days ~ ?
In days of darkest spirit, does your candle's taper

Light the deepest night,
In shadow's half-light,
Doth your ink aptly think ~ ?

Forsooth, if so, a right fine caper
With my Quill, I, too, will scribble
In my memoir tonight, if fluttering letter,
In flight ~
Homeward bound, takes wing unfettered.

I quibble not."
~ Folly

From: Echosyn on


Twittering One wrote:
> "O heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry ...
> My salad days,
> When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,
> To say as I said then ~ ! But, come, away;
> Get me ink and paper ~ !"
> ~ Cleopatra
>
> "Deartest Hostess of The Mummies ~
> To what end, how fine a point, your ink and paper,
> For what daze does your gaze bedazzle,
> If white your pearls, but grey your days ~ ?
> In days of darkest spirit, does your candle's taper
>
> Light the deepest night,
> In shadow's half-light,
> Doth your ink aptly think ~ ?
>
> Forsooth, if so, a right fine caper
> With my Quill, I, too, will scribble
> In my memoir tonight, if fluttering letter,
> In flight ~
> Homeward bound, takes wing unfettered.
>
> I quibble not."
> ~ Folly

Go easy on the drugs; it is quite apparent that you can't handle them.
Try Dr. Andrew Wiel's SSP principle.

-Echosyn

From: Twittering One on
"When that churl death my bones with dust shall cover,
I wonder, is this a new planet, or effect of clover."
~ Twittering

From: Twittering One on
"Thy word is current with me of Thy death;
My byrd wings whispers back to me your life."
~ Twittering

From: Twittering One on
Traipse ~

"They followed the girl up some steep corner-stairs without meeting
any one, and stopped in the dark while she went on for a candle. They
expected every moment to hear Merrylegs give tongue, but the highly
trained performing dog had not barked when the girl and the candle
appeared together."
~ Charles Dickens,
"Hard Times"