Base of This Beast

Sitting here in front of the computer typing down endless lines of my never-ending term paper is hell. I hate it. Thats why sometimes I like typing meaningless lines just to make it better.

I got a few saved.


Heroic and-tic-lime-axe. (Macbeth)


More for gits, hmm? (Samson Agonistes)

Eminem and unconscious souls of Eliot perhaps shall rule. (The Autobiographical elements in Rap term paper)

Growing up, I had nose-picking moments. (Araby - James Joyce)

Ewes might not have udders. Who is to know? (erm, King Lear)

Fandays should be made. ( Grateful Dead presentation )

Porlock and Kubla are on simultaneous planes. (No prizes for guessing)

Quite western frontiers are never true. (Strangely, this is the English Patient )

Ah well... on the other hand, Mortification is the dish of the day. In fact it has been the dish for the last three days.