Metamorphose

Metamorphose

METAMORPHOSE

I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this mighty o'rehanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire; why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dusk. Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither.

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Saturday, September 04, 2004

N00b!

So I'm testing this little puppy before I run my head into another brick wall or guilt and endless copies of makeshiftness!

Raise thy glass and welcome me to the land of Blog. Angst and young teenagers run riot and talk about Little Jimmy's .. well.. Little Jimmy.

Hope all goes well.

Dinner time.. I'm late!

LS at 9/04/2004 03:21:00 AM

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Anonymous said...: Blog me happy biatch; 8:52 AM

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