Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Word Salad (With Anchovies And Croutons)

Beware, my son, the Ides of March
The purple stripe and
Senate floor.

Take heed, young man, of newfound friend
With public love and
Civil war.

Have care, my king, of where you tread
Back to the wall and
Eye on the door.

Watch out, dear prince, for hungry smiles
Enemies couldn’t kill you but
What are friends for?

7 Comments

  1. An evil day indeed.
    I have had my share, which hopefully are all in the past.

  2. Fun fact:
    The “et” in “et tu, Brute” is actually a shortened version of “etiam,” meaning “even.” So the literal translation is “Even you, Brutus.”

    But you wouldn’t know that, cuz you’re all barbarians.

  3. Luther Von Baconson

    March 15, 2016 at 10:45 am

  4. Luther Von Baconson

    March 15, 2016 at 1:17 pm

    get on the bus to Stratford

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