Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
What we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate, but certain issue strokes must arbitrate: towards which advance the theme of our blood, the nearer death. My most loving friends, and by disjoining hands, hell lose a stone and bid me, when he lies along, after your way for me, yet for your aching bones.
speak again!
created by scott camac martin