I fell down and hurt the same rib I cracked two years ago.
(T x S^D) x W/E = P
T multiplied by S to the power of D, multiplied by W over E equals P.
T = Time
S = Sweet, silent thought
D = Dear time’s waste
W = Woe
E = Sorrow’s end
P = Present self
Lord Byron Was Lonely
Cuccooning – a verb: To be trapped within oneself, With only one’s self for company.
1) Such can be caused by choice,
By pride in persecution,
By love for one’s sad prison,
By taking solace in the stubborn mind that digs a lonesome dungeon.
2) Such can be caused by accident,
By social failures,
By faulted features,
By rejection of one’s hopelessly awkward gestures.
All must lead to madness and
Death of heart and mind.
Stealing things is a great literary tradition!!!
I also learned that Alan Rickman reads a mean sonnet.
I have never sent or received a sext. Don’t know how I feel about that. Good, I guess.