LifesaDance wrote: Rod....the bitterness of the tongue doth predispose the sweetness of the kiss
But no matter how bitter the tongue...if one fills ones mouth with a SunKist orange...just jam the whole thing in...then says "hab a nie day"...(difficult!)...it's just pure happy grin and sweetness
, except for the peel, which can be a tad tart.
No, I defy all counsel
, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
Death, death; O amiable lovely death!
Thou odouriferous stench! sound rottenness!
Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
And I will kiss thy detestable bones
And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows
And ring these fingers with thy household worms
And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust
And be a carrion monster like thyself:
Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smilest
And buss thee as thy wife. Misery's love,
O, come to me!
You want bitter...I give you William Shakespeare...the king
of bitter ranting, actually. For verily that's quite the rant, yes? A frightfully odouriferous
rant, even. I cannot touch the bard for bitter diatribe. That little speech is like someone eating a durian
and calling it "a fruit"...then saying now kiss me
, despite the stench in the air...my love. Prithee...what foul sewer stench? Kiss me and fuggetaboutit.