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Shakespeare's Intelligence



mandatory, cordially awkward character
chopping, broken, heavily primitive

isolated skeletons pose in cupboards

sheepish gondoliers fight humanity

exaggerated actress caught on film - shock

absent, deluded frogs babble on boats

tetchy santa claus' cookies = puffing buttons

dramatic, jealous lover's poisoned consolation

queen beauty, mistaken fertility is treacherous

battles, accidents, division, slaughter - paradise?

knuckles grate against emo foreheads, teeth

a strong, drastic melody becomes fiercer in the vicinity

ceiling secretion - red; a lantern gourd

excellent fire rages, racing across the sky

unspoken riddle, mysterious world

key - rabbits

bueno.
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There isn't really much to me. I like to sit and watch and listen to people. I observe more than interact, but don't get me wrong, I love to socialize. I just don't seek to be the center of attention all the time. I love reading, writing, and learning. I am working toward several degrees in Anthropology. Sometimes I love people, sometimes I hate people. I'm terrified of sharks and utterly despise barbecue sauce. What else...I'm very much a Gemini, my Love Language is Quality Time, and according to Myers-Briggs/Jung/Keirsey tests, I'm an INFP or an Idealist/Healer. With that, you'll know everything there is to know about me. Google it, fool.Also, if I didn't write, I'd probably die. more…

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