Being the Weird and sometimes Whimsical ramblings of a Writer
"If I tell you something weird... will you think I'm crazy?"Valentine:
"Yes. I expect so."
"That's not my future... NO I don't want to be a waiter."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"Valentine:
"Absolutely. If we put little wheels on the bottoms of our shoes, we could just roll around everywhere..."
"You're hurt. Wait here."Helena:
"What about you?"Valentine:
"Oh, I'm a panther. I shall slip unnoticed through the darkness... like a dark, unnoticeable slippy thing."
"Run. Faster. Don't let anything distract you. FOOD."
“Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.”Second Witch
“Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.”Third Witch
“Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.”First Witch
“Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.”ALL
“Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.”Second Witch
“Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.”ALL
“Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.”Third Witch
“Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron.”ALL
“Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.”
"Look, An Idiot."
1 comment:
please promise me
no more sick poems
that was putrid
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