January 2010
2 posts
One Band That Cares. →
A guy in my grade’s band. He plays the guitar. He’s real.
These Violent Delights.
These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumphs die,
Like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume.
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness
And with the taste confounds the appetite.
Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Friar Lawrence.