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I am . . .
A crazy, mystified, literate, fool. A writer warped and under false impression. A Monster seeking a fairy tale end. A swearing, feminist, Jack Johnson loving, artist. A messy, total-spelling-and-grammar retard. A perfect loving b***h. A crappy, but hopeful guitar player .Emo (more like Emu) artsy-fartsy, humorous, “supposedly gifted” A gaia-like almost-obsessed philosopher, clinically Odd, rain loving teen-age girl. A brown-like-could-be-red-haired blue-could-be-grey eyed leopard gecko owner. A pyro, music-is-my-life, hopeless piano/French horn/drum player. A de-funkified, Unsure of life , physic, walking the line, African/French/Canadian wanting to be Australian. A Beatles fan Wishing I was someone else.
I am scared of spiders and a bit confused.
is that good enough!?Julius Caesar -
Act 3. Scene III A street. Cinna the Poet - I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar,
And things unlucky charge my fantasy:
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet something leads me forth.Plebeian 1 - What is your name?Plebeian 2 - Whither are you going?Plebeian 3 - Where do you dwell?Plebeian 4 - Are you a married man or a bachelor?Plebeian 2 - Answer every man directly.Plebeian 1 - Ay, and briefly.Plebeian 4 - Ay, and wisely.Plebeian 3 - Ay, and truly, you were best.Cinna The Poet - What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, to
answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and
truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.Plebeian 2 - That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry: you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly. Cinna the Poet - Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral. Plebeian 1 - As a friend or an enemy?Cinna the Poet - As a friend.Plebeian 2 - That matter is answered directly.Plebeian 4 - For your dwelling,--briefly.Cinna the Poet - Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.Plebeian 3 - Your name, sir, truly.Cinna the Poet - Truly, my name is Cinna.Plebeian 1 - Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.Cinna the Poet - I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.Plebeian 4 - Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.Cinna the Poet - I am not Cinna the conspirator.Plebeian 4 - It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his
name out of his heart, and turn him going.Plebeian 3 - Tear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! fire-brands:
to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius'
house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go!Exeunt All draging off Cinna the Poetokay so.. if any of you got that, kudos to you. me and my friend nearly died laughing whne we first read it.
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