Oh look at the stars they glitterlike and its too cool like as cool as bill shattner himself in hamlet or macbeth this is a dagger i see before me its handle towards my hand come let me clutch thee piece of work is man or mad mankind is man and cold yes i have a cold and vicodin cough syrup is the thing for fellows whom it hurts to swallow a spring doth make out in the great alone when the wind was so awful still and the icy blackness ring my god how i cursed that thing i'll cash in my chips i guess and if i do i ask that you won't refuse my last request just call in and dedicate a song of sixpence pockets full of barley in the pockets of our greatcoats traveling quick and fast in our own country 'tis of thee last of the mohicans by james fenimore coopers literary sins jaime cardinal sin of the trail of the lonesome phillipines of rome by resphigietti and meatballs with parmesan cheese freshly killed and grated on my nerves like bill shattner himself in hamlet or macbeth this is a dagger