there's a fine line between "taking a lot of
pictures" and "being an asshole about it."
on second thought, that line is more like an ocean. a big
ocean. with sharks, and piranhas. and barbed wire on both
shores.
yet i, with the help of my friends Lord Whiskey, Sir. Vodka,
Queen Tequila, His Royal Highness Beer, Duke Jager and their
respective courts, manage to jump right across that barrier every
single time.
| if this shadow has offended |
i have no recollection of what the fuck i did |
| think but this and all is mended |
here are some happy lies which, if you believe them, will make us feel better |
| that you have but slumbered here |
you were drunk as a skunk |
| while these visions did appear. |
and none of it actually happened. |
| and this weak and idle theme, |
and whatever bullshit came out of my mouth |
| no more yielding than a dream, |
is about as important as something you make up while you sleep and forget about first thing in the morning. |
| gentles, do not reprehend; |
you're a kind soul, don't be angry. |
| if you pardon, we will mend. |
if you let me, i'll make it up to you. |
| and, as i'm an honest puck, |
and, since i'm really a good guy, |
| if we have unearned luck |
but i've abused the kindness of strangers |
| now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, |
i'll do what i can to not get in too much trouble |
| we will make amends ere long; |
and i'll make it all ok. |
| else the puck a liar call; |
and if i don't you can be mad and i'll totally understand |
| So, good night unto you all. |
so i hope you had fun |
| Give me your hands if we be friends, |
shake on it? |
| and robin shall restore amends |
and let's be friends? |
| -william shakespeare |
-not william shakespeare |
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