My desk is dusty. Clean it! NOW! I prefer Alf! woo!
The Topic: Ugh.
Responses:
Well, OK...
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Wait, you meant woo in the interjectional sense and not the imperative, didn't you?
See? Mixed signals.
I suppose it's to be expected in the first place if the girl calls herself Franz.
I just thought of something. Perhaps Franz has simply not edited his/her Account Settings.
I don't really care; I was just hoping we could distract him/her enough that he/she would forget about the whole desk cleaning thing.
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