Halt thou, and prevail the fullest force of thy attentions, ye hip masses in the snips of this internet forum! I crave thy postings to be copy of the stylings of Sheakespearian speak! Remember the childhood readings of Hamlet and the adolescent viewings of Romeo and Juliet! Think of the words which tempt your absurd cravings! And post in manner similar to mine!
I willnot ..... thou hath tempted me to partake in the betrayal of the pure thread. Whilst the thorn on my crown entangles within my golden locks .... I slaughter the mere mention of Shakesperian speak!
Why, Thou is...Oh Sacred Heavens, I withdraw my well-intended efforts to post of Shakesperian Postings.
Thee must crave so thus craving is a craving crave?!!?! wtf all i read so far was romeo and juliet i cant do this yet hahhaa
Thou ist all stupid! Find something better to fill they time, 'drown cats and blind puppies' rather than spend thy time talking like this!
Oneself, at this moment, is feeling most blackened; aye, that icy chill doth descend And harshly clip the ear...how now, fair maxi? Thou art surely troubl'd and tortured by A devil of sorts, or else madness hath Blossomed early in thy spirit, dear, This is quite something o'er which to fear
And so it be certainty; he who holds My heart so tender hath failed t'come online On this fine spring day. Oh, how i hear his voice like that of a babe in the wood in the breeze, cruise o'er ocean and shake the ear From its very earthed roots! My dear how i love The sound...yet, it be so elusive, like the very air we each exhale and inhale. We are such stuff as the air is made of. Come, let us fly...fly forever away From this damn curséd spot, and make our home, Before beast and demon ascend to here And fool us each to think we never loved
forsueth, we yet a little while terried in the known world, this style being our undoing. tis but simple trueth m'lards and ladies. nor can it be denied some small pleasure no the less we did assess there. fierce contesting pleased us not, however greatly it ammused our compatriots and peers. though the feasting, that i must confess did grant us ample reward. (ample girth as well!) =^^= .../\...
Round about the 'puter go; In the poison'd words I throw.-- Toad, that under cold keyboard, Days and nights at the monitor Swelter'd venom words got, Whilst I smoke the god given pot
One hath upon suggestion decided t'go Across land and ocean afar, and Soar above ones evil fears like an Eagle...Oh, how flights of fancy can Raise the spirit...
