(two AP exams remain; two loves have I...)
Two loves have I of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colored ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
nd would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And, whether that my angel be turn'd fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell,
But being both from me both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell.
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
--William Shakespeare
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
We Old Dudes
We old dudes. We
White shoes. We
Golf ball. We
Eat mall. We
Soak teeth. We
Palm Beach; we
Vote red. We
Soon dead.
-- Joan Murray
White shoes. We
Golf ball. We
Eat mall. We
Soak teeth. We
Palm Beach; we
Vote red. We
Soon dead.
-- Joan Murray
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