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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Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Bebo
Hello,

With increasing amounts of people blogging and filling up the billions of terrabytes with useless information. I decided another semi-blog needed to be maintained.

Due to this blogger being mostly text based angst and constant thought.

The new place holds recent pictures from my phone during a majority of the time - drinking excessive amounts of lager.

Enjoy

http://ZeeFoo.bebo.com

LS at 1/23/2007 02:58:00 AM

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