Post by TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT on Jan 23, 2013 14:04:28 GMT -5
I'd ask[/font]
TRISTANFREDERICWELCOTT
[/blockquote][/center]about love,
he'd probably quote me a sonnet
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THE MUSES
« JUST MET || When to the sessions of sweet silent thought[/color]
« AQUAINTANCES || I summon up remembrance of things past,[/color]
« RESPECT || I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,[/color]
« ALLIES || And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:[/color]
« FRIENDS || Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,[/color]
« CHILDHOOD PALS || For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,[/color]
« FAMILY FRIENDS || And weep afresh love's long-since cancell'd woe,[/color]
« CLOSE FRIEND || And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight.[/color]
« BEST GIRL || Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,[/color]
« BEST GUY || And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er[/color]
« CONFIDANTES || The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,[/color]
« LIKE FAMILY || Which I new pay as if not paid before.[/color]
« INSEPERABLE || But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,[/color]
« SOUL-SIBLING || All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end. [/color][/font][/size][/blockquote]
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THE TITANS
[/size][/font][/color]THE TITANS
« HONORARY FAMILY || They that have power to hurt and will do none,[/color]
« DISTANT BLOOD || That do not do the thing they most do show,[/color]
« GOD-PARENT || Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,[/color]
« GOD-CHILD || Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;[/color]
« GRANDPARENT || They rightly do inherit heaven's graces[/color]
« GRANDCHILD || And husband nature's riches from expense;[/color]
« AUNT || They are the lords and owners of their faces,[/color]
« UNCLE || Others but stewards of their excellence.[/color]
« COUSIN || The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,[/color]
« NIECE/NEPHEW || Though to itself it only live and die,[/color]
« MOTHER || But if that flower with base infection meet,[/color]
« FATHER || The basest weed outbraves his dignity:[/color]
« BROTHER || For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;[/color]
« SISTER || Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. [/color][/font][/size][/blockquote]
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THE CHERUBS
[/size][/font][/color]THE CHERUBS
« ATTRACTION || Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?[/color]
« CRUSH ON YOU || Thou art more lovely and more temperate:[/color]
« CRUSH ON ME || Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,[/color]
« INFATUATION || And summer's lease hath all too short a date:[/color]
« UNREQUITED || Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,[/color]
« PAST-PUPPY LOVE || And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;[/color]
« PAST-BAD TERMS || And every fair from fair sometime declines,[/color]
« PAST-GOOD TERMS || By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;[/color]
« MUTUAL LUST || But thy eternal summer shall not fade,[/color]
« BUDDING ROMANCE || Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;[/color]
« CURRENT LOVE || Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,[/color]
« FUTURE LOVE || When in eternal lines to time thou growest;[/color]
« FINAL LOVE || So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,[/color]
« SOUL-MATE || So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. [/color][/font][/size][/blockquote]
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THE FURIES
[/size][/font][/color]THE FURIES
« INDIFFERENT || Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame[/color]
« DISAGREEMENT || Is lust in action; and till action, lust[/color]
« DISTRUST || Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame,[/color]
« DISGUST || Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;[/color]
« EX FROM HELL || Enjoy'd no sooner, but despised straight;[/color]
« STALKER || Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,[/color]
« SADIST || Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait,[/color]
« TORMENTER || On purpose laid to make the taker mad:[/color]
« LOVE/HATE || Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;[/color]
« DESPISED || Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;[/color]
« FORMER FRIEND || A bliss in proof,--and prov'd, a very woe;[/color]
« TRAITOR || Before, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream:[/color]
« BLOOD-FEUD || All this the world well knows; yet none knows well[/color]
« VENDETTA || To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. [/color][/font][/size][/blockquote]
This plot layout, including artwork, was made by
stinger at caution.
Poetry by the fabulous Will Shakeasy.
Plzdonstealkthx.
