But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
A glowing, distant, flaming ball of gas.
Sounds about right.

She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses. I will answer it.
New phone. Who dis?

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east and Juliet is the sun.
Arise fair sun and… aaaaaaaargh I’m way too close.
It burns! It burns!

What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
And then her hands were buckets and her feet
were made of roller skates, her ears were cats…
I sort of forget where I was going with this…

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
…That’s no moon.

She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
I probably should just leave her alone.
She doesn’t need some half-drunk idiot
To yell at her on her own balcony.
It’s twenty nineteen dude, for heaven’s sake.

But soft! What wind through yonder window breaks?
Thy offense is rank and smells to heaven.

her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
As slowly, inexorably they are drawn
Towards the event horizon of our love
From whence they never shall escape again
But might one day be photographed from earth
If they use every telescope they’ve got.
That’s love.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
She’s obviously bored. I’ll just go now.

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon.
Prepare to fire the moonbreaker three thousand
We launch at zero seven hundred hours.
This time, O moon, there will be no escape.

See how she leans her head on the windowsill?
Well... make of that just whatsoe'er you will.

Garry with 2 Rs

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