sisterdeath's Journal

13 September
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I do protest I never injur'd thee,
But love thee better than thou cast devise
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love;
And so, good man-which name i tender
As dearly as mine own-be satisfied
Alive in triumph and Mercutio slain!
Away to heaven respective lenity,
And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!
Now, Tybalt, take the 'villain' back again
Tht late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company.
Either thou or I, or both, must go with him
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun for sorrow will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd and some punished;
For never was a story of more woe
Then this of Juliet and her Romeo.
-Romeo and Juliet

Just a moment, Ladies and Gentlemen! Just a word before you go! We hope the memories of us won't give you bad dreams, so just a word of reassurance. When you get home tonight, and the lights have been turned out, and you are afraid to look behind the curtains, and you dread to see a face appear at the window...why just pull youself together and remamber that afer all-THERE ARE SUCH THINGS