“ Si sa passion dure, elle l’aura bientôt ruinée.
abbé de sade
Feels too large; cold
well today was awful and horrible.
- A: You should draw a green Hitler moustache on yourself.
- Me: Yeah, so I can sing "Deo Gloria" in choir next hour, completely seriously.
- A: I bet Hitler was really cute when he was a kid.
- Me: ...uh, sure.
- (time passes)
- A: Oh, I didn't mean Hitler! I meant Napoleon!
I cannot dance upon my Toes
I cannot dance upon my Toes—
No Man instructed me—
But oftentimes, among my mind,
A Glee possesseth me,
That had I Ballet knowledge—
Would put itself abroad
In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe—
Or lay a Prima, mad,
And though I had no Gown of Gauze—
No ringlet, to my Hair,
Nor hopped to Audiences—like Birds,
One claw upon the Air,
Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls,
Nor rolled on wheels of snow
Till I was out of sight, in sound,
The House encore me so—
Nor any know I know the Art
Nor any Placard boast me—
It’s full as Opera