|Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1851 of 2171|
To write a sonnet you must ruthlessly
strip down your words to naked, willing flesh.
Then bind them to a metaphor or three,
and take by force a satisfying mesh.
Arrange them to your will, each foot in place.
You are the master here, and they the slaves.
Now whip them to maintain a constant pace
and rhythm as they stand in even staves.
A word that strikes no pleasure? Cast it out!
What use are words that drive not to the heart?
A lazy phrase? Discard it, shrug off doubt,
and choose more docile words to take its part.
A well-trained sonnet lives to entertain,
by making love directly to the brain.
|Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1852 of 2171|
To you I'm an atheist; to God, I'm the loyal opposition.
-- Woody Allen
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Tobacco is a filthy weed,
That from the devil does proceed;
It drains your purse, it burns your clothes,
And makes a chimney of your nose.
-- B. Waterhouse
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A nice place to visit, but you can't stay here for long.
|Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1855 of 2171|
Today is a good day for information-gathering.
Read someone else's mail file.
|Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1856 of 2171|
Today is a good day to bribe a high-ranking public official.
|Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1857 of 2171|
Today is National Existential Ennui Awareness Day.
|Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1858 of 2171|
Today is the first day of the rest of the mess.
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Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
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Today is the first day of the rest of your lossage.