NaPoWriMo, April 8, 2009: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern...
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are So Fucked
If one more motherfucker bids me make a decision
straight away, I shall kill them, Horatio.
I can pretend to dump Ophelia for a couple of days
but not longer. I like her curly hair,
goddamnit. I like her blue eyes.
(Yes, it means Polo-pompous-ass-ious for a father-in-law,
right pain in the arras, but I'll deal with him later.)
I just have to get through this wedding. One wedding.
One long and fucking boring-ass wedding
while we both should be studying. Oi,
did you bring your crib sheet on the major battles
before my family? Anyway, no.
decisions. right now. And if those two
come poking around again, I swear
I'm picking a seaport and sending them there.
If one more motherfucker bids me make a decision
straight away, I shall kill them, Horatio.
I can pretend to dump Ophelia for a couple of days
but not longer. I like her curly hair,
goddamnit. I like her blue eyes.
(Yes, it means Polo-pompous-ass-ious for a father-in-law,
right pain in the arras, but I'll deal with him later.)
I just have to get through this wedding. One wedding.
One long and fucking boring-ass wedding
while we both should be studying. Oi,
did you bring your crib sheet on the major battles
before my family? Anyway, no.
decisions. right now. And if those two
come poking around again, I swear
I'm picking a seaport and sending them there.