maleficent

dnt go gntL N2 dat gud nyt, Old age shd burn n rave @ clse of dy; Rage, rage against d dying of d lyt. thO ys men @ their Nd knw drk S ryt, coz their wrds had forked no lightning dey dnt go gntL N2 dat gud nyt.

(this is starting to make my head hurt... and dylan thomas is rolling in his grave right now..)

hw do I lov thee? Let me count d wAz. I lov thee 2 d depth n breadth n hyt My soul cn reach, wen feelN outa syt 4t ends of bn n ideal Grace. I lov thee 2 d lvl of everyday's Most shh nd, by sun n candle-light. I lov thee freely, as men strive 4 ryt; I lov thee purely, as dey turn frm kudos. I lov thee W a pa$N put 2 uz n my old griefs, n W my childhood's faith. I lov thee W a lov I seemD 2 lose W my 404 saints, --- I lov thee W d breth, *grins*, tears, of ll my lyf! --- n, f God chooz, I shll bt lov thee btr aftr deth.

(somehow - romance has left the building)

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