It was the jest of times, it was the first of times.  To those who knew the life of blue. 

To see or not to see, but loft, what fright through wander window makes?  It is your yeast, and Julio is the son. 

To kill thyself is customary; to kill others just as well.  Betray, no stay and look at what I have drawn!  It is the fool’s truth of literature!  No other can compare.

Go on fair dame, words are not meant for your lame.  You are slain.

I am banished!

My brother’s keeper of my father’s lost soul and my mother’s wandering heart.  You are muse.

Too true eh Brute?

And this is what I call required stanza’s.  These so well known lines are infinitely bland.  Only clown’s can cause smiles.  And those just happen to dig graves.

William, really?

What do you think of your masterpiece’s now?  Are you rolling around over there with Michel havin’ a good ol’ time?  You should be.

Apparently, you deserve eternal ratification.  Heart this.

I would give anything to be in your corpsy condition.

I’d be overjoyed if my works were tradition.