The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #59418 Message #1457994
Posted By: Amos
11-Apr-05 - 10:42 AM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
As the king's ghost doth explain,
So might the little owners of wee voices cry dismay!
That in the night, dislodge, undone, all plucked
They are pulled up, and cry, "O!! We are fu**ed"
Upon my secure hour my owner stole,
With juice of cursed gravitons in a vial,
And in the porches of my ears did pour
The leperous distilment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man
That swift as quicksilverr it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the mind,
And with a sudden vigour it doth posset
And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
The home and mooring of wee voices. So to mine;
And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust
All my smooth brain.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
Of life, of host, of visiting mind, at once dispatch'd;
Drawn out even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhous'led, disappointed, unanel'd,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections in my head.
(Hamlet, II, i, modified for the MOAB)