rheisel
I had prepared an election speech, but, alas, I am forbidden to run. What else will I be forbidden to do? Perhaps, love will set me free...
Here is a partial transcript of an election speech I hope to give in the future...when I am not being oppressed by men of power:
Wherefore, we deign the trifles and grudges of men, let us elect fair women to lead our charge. I ... ahem, WE ... cannot abide the dividing and burning of this fair town.
Wherefore, it is within my rights to #RUNFORELECTION, I do so with the full weight of love and passion for Verona and all her fair citizens.
Art thou not tired of men? Well-intention men, good men even, fathers, brothers ... brave and gallant men ... dizzied whilst brandishing their bangers and blades. Mere babes in sagging skin sacks.
Art thou not ready for youth, for fairness? The streets quicken with the blood of bent dreams, with the madness of our masters. Yet, masters we need, lest our fair town be lost to the full depravity of some wicked and quiet death.
Thou, my dearest people, follow me. I shall lead you through fair day and dark night. Our innocent Veronans must survive, MUST thrive until loves lost return again.
Thou, long love art my dream, and with you I shall go.
Oh wherefore art thou, Romeo? I pray you hidden and so you remain, and I pray fair Verona keep her domain.
This little bit way back on page 7 always stuck with me. Again, maybe I am totally wrong, but it starts to make sense more as I think about it.
[quote=rheisel]I had prepared an election speech, but, alas, I am forbidden to run. What else will I be forbidden to do? Perhaps, love will set me free...
Here is a partial transcript of an election speech I hope to give in the future...when I am not being oppressed by men of power:
[quote]Wherefore, we deign the trifles and grudges of men, let us elect fair women to lead our charge. I ... ahem, WE ... cannot abide the dividing and burning of this fair town.
Wherefore, it is within my rights to #RUNFORELECTION, I do so with the full weight of love and passion for Verona and all her fair citizens.
Art thou not tired of men? Well-intention men, good men even, fathers, brothers ... brave and gallant men ... dizzied whilst brandishing their bangers and blades. Mere babes in sagging skin sacks.
Art thou not ready for youth, for fairness? The streets quicken with the blood of bent dreams, with the madness of our masters. Yet, masters we need, lest our fair town be lost to the full depravity of some wicked and quiet death.
Thou, my dearest people, follow me. I shall lead you through fair day and dark night. Our innocent Veronans must survive, MUST thrive until loves lost return again.
Thou, long love art my dream, and with you I shall go.
Oh wherefore art thou, Romeo? I pray you hidden and so you remain, and I pray fair Verona keep her domain.[/quote]
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This little bit way back on page 7 always stuck with me. Again, maybe I am totally wrong, but it starts to make sense more as I think about it.
"A writer is a person for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people."
- Thomas Mann