Credits: Ayesha, Dosugus cushion, Ashley Hammell

So I fell in love with the font I used yesterday….

Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

– William Blake (1757-1827)

Credits: Doxiementary, Samer M, Courage My Love

Lies threw the Alphabet Stick at me awhile back and I never got around to it. I in turn am throwing it to lapasa.net, Hulleye Comes By, I Ramble On, Irrelevant Opinions and Cling and Clatter

So here goes:

A for Aneurysm (”Could be happy… Could be an aneurysm.” - Brendan Fraser, Mrs. Winterbourne)

B for Bananas (fried plantain which I don’t particularly like)

C for Captions (they make pictures come alive)

D for Dorothy (like you know in Kansas)

E for Echelons

F for Fastidious

G for Gargantuan

H for Habeas Corpus

I for Imbecile

J for Jallianwallah Bagh

K for Kishmish (trans: Raisins)

L for Lemur (Watch Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium to get this one)

M for Mango’s which I love

N for Notorious

O for Othello

P for Paan

Q for Q

R for Raccoons (Obviously)

S for Squirrels (Preferably on Crack. Again Obviously)

T for Toshiba! (For some reason I always feel like saying it with a exclamation mark!)

U for Unstated, underlying, undertones

V for Violin

W for Wolves (Again obviously)

X for X-men (I have to agree with Lies on this one.)

Y for Yelling

Z for Zameen (trans: Earth)

When King Lear dies in Act Five do you know what William Shakespeare has written? He’s written, He Dies.
That’s all, nothing more. No fan fare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words.
The culmination of the most influential work of the dramatic literature is, He Dies. It takes Shakespeare’s genius to come up with, he dies.
And yet every time I read those two words I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria.
And I know its only natural to be sad, but not because of the words he dies, but because of the life we saw prior to the words.
I’ve lived all five of my acts Mahoney and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go.
I’m only asking that you turn the page. Continue reading. And let the next story begin.
And if anyone ever asks what became of me you relay my life in all its wander, and it with a simple, and modest, he died.

– Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium

Credits: Vita Arin, Scuzzi

When me get back to apartment, after cookie binge, me can’t stand looking in mirror—fur matted with chocolate-chip smears and infested with crumbs. Me try but me never able to wash all of them out. Me don’t think me is monster. Me just furry blue person who love cookies too much. Me no ask for it. Me just born that way.

– Read the rest of it over at Cookie Monster Searches Deep Within Himself and Asks: Is Me Really Monster? by Andy F. Bryan