Lord I love McBeth

For the poor wren, the most diminutive of birds will fight.
All is the fear and nothing is the love, as little is the wisdom, where the flight, so runs against all reason.

I love Christmas. I love Christmas shopping. I love the smell and the taste. I even love working during Christmas. I love helping people find just exactly the right thing, or telling them what store can.

How will thou live?
As birds do, with what I get, I mean, and so do they.
Poor bird! Thou wouldst never fear the net nor lime, the pitfall nor the gin.

I really do need to get on those essays for new york. i dont know why i keep putting it off.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, yet grace must still look so.

[Absolute-]
[-Uncertainty]
Math, dont be English, in which we read and my mind
is inflicted, with CONTRADICTIONS.
"Fair is foul and foul is fair"
"Let false face hide what in false heart doth lie"
I'm sure math, that you feel certain and safe in your
"absolute uncertainty"
but I feel obliged
to rip the carpet
out from under your metaphysical feet.
Dearest math, who never was so dear to me,
nothing is absolute
and only you
are uncertain.