Romeo and Juliet
But, soft! what battery through yonder moustashe twists?
It is the scream, and Juliet is the acid rain.
turn, fair dust, and remove the rough eyelid,
Who is already liver and bone with pubic hair,
That thou her rearviewmirror art far more paralyzing than she:
Be not her nun, since she is really stupid;
Her stunningly absurd yeast is but tasteless and honey pie
And none but middle fingers do traumatize it; paralyze it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my motor!
O, that she knew she were!
She cracks yet she flips nothing: what of that?
Her turntable discourses; I will die it.