To The Muses

Whether on Ida’s shady brow
Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the Sun, that now
From ancient melody have ceased;

Whether in heaven ye wander fair,
Or the green corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of the air
Where the melodious winds have birth;

Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
Beneath the bosom of the sea,
Wandering in many a coral grove;
Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry;

How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoy’d in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move,
The sound is forced, the notes are few.

William Blake

Her right hand is currently on trial for molesting her left hand

I’ve Been Buffalaxed!

Thanks to Buffalax for his supreme linguistic skills…

…and thanks to Steph for bringing this to my attention!

To do: 1. thriller 2. buttsex 3. make license plates

Some crazy asian prison gets everyone to do thriller.

How much did the”girl” end up taking it after this?