Why can’t your hat be red like my father’s, or green like a leprechaun, or purple like, like, like some weird guy?
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!
It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.
Oh, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses. I will answer it.
I am too bold. ‘Tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!
a jeez, old gil has to make a sale…old gil can’t pay his rent…
Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
We’re campaigning, Juliet. To rule the people, one must walk among them.
how do i redeem myself chosen one???? less horse power at the fool’s wedding….RUSTY!!!
U must suffer the paddling for bad comedy at the comedy club
“Talking out of turn? That’s a paddlin’. Lookin’ out the window? That’s a paddlin’. Staring at my sandals? That’s a paddlin’. Paddlin’ the school canoe?
my analysis is the purple flower is a mixture of red and blue for purple revolution
i will absolve thee kramer, and thy brotherhood, who toiled in darkness building the one world religion eschatology….all for a horse carriage and a rickshaw ride at the High Priestess rev 19 wedding
Why can’t your hat be red like my father’s, or green like a leprechaun, or purple like, like, like some weird guy?
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!
It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.
Oh, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses. I will answer it.
I am too bold. ‘Tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!
a jeez, old gil has to make a sale…old gil can’t pay his rent…
Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
We’re campaigning, Juliet. To rule the people, one must walk among them.
how do i redeem myself chosen one???? less horse power at the fool’s wedding….RUSTY!!!
U must suffer the paddling for bad comedy at the comedy club
“Talking out of turn? That’s a paddlin’. Lookin’ out the window? That’s a paddlin’. Staring at my sandals? That’s a paddlin’. Paddlin’ the school canoe?
my analysis is the purple flower is a mixture of red and blue for purple revolution
i will absolve thee kramer, and thy brotherhood, who toiled in darkness building the one world religion eschatology….all for a horse carriage and a rickshaw ride at the High Priestess rev 19 wedding