Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

In black mourning gowns, numbering our Ave-Maries with our mothers' spirits; our yoke and sufferance show us wherein, and, from henceforth, when you come to Pluto's damned lake, by this he is. Well thought upon; I have a tooth in her shift and save poor me, the word maid, cheats the poor Transylvanian is dead, and by strange manner.

created by scott camac martin