You guys seemed so interested in the last comments, so I'll tell you about her now!
alas, my love, you do me wrong to cast me out discourteously
alas, my love, you do me wrong to cast me out discourteously
Gwen...let's start with her name.
When I have loved you so, so long delighting in your company
Her real name is Guinevere, but she usually goes by Gwen. She has long, black hair. A little tiny bit wavy, but not too badly wavy. The kind of natural wave that's just right, you know? Her skin is pale, so pale and white. Her lips are bright red, even without her makeup. Her eyes are like emeralds, gently shining emeralds. Emeralds just pulled from the ground...
Her gown was of the grassy green, her sleeves of satin were hanging by
She is always wearing green skirts, green dresses, green corsets. People tend to call her Gwen Greensleeves.
Which made her be our harvest queen and yet she would not love me
I noticed Ron asked how we met, sooo...
Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight
About a week ago I was going up to Boston to see my old friends Ruben and George. I was riding the bus, and she sat next to me on the bus. She started talking to me, and wouldn't you know, we ended up spending the whole week together, like in one of those Romantic Movies you see sometimes. We went back to school last Friday, and we decided we should date on Saturday. Now she's my cute, adorable, perfect girlfriend.
Greensleeves was my heart of Gold
It's like she's known me forever.
And who but my lady Greensleeves
I'm so happy guys. She's coming over tonight. I'll talk to you guys later.
What. . .the heck?
ReplyDeleteHe's fucking repeating himself. Every time he's attempted to break out he falls into a trance. -Liam.
ReplyDeleteLiam, highlight the entire post!
ReplyDelete"alas, my love, you do me wrong to cast me out discourteously"? "Which made her be our harvest queen and yet she would not love me"?. The fuck is this cryptic crap? - Liam.
ReplyDelete"Greensleeves", originally written by famed mass-murderer and heretic Henry VIII. Always hated that song. Hated Henry VIII too.
ReplyDeleteWhoaaaaa. Good thing you know that, Jean, this is...well, it's just worse than not remembering at all. What do we doooo? *Joce
ReplyDeleteWe keep trying.
ReplyDeleteEven now, there is hope for man.
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ReplyDelete"Here Comes the Arm"
ReplyDeleteTHE CITY NEEDS YOU NOW
"Breaking Out"
DON'T TURN YOUR BACK ON THE CITY
And a bit of food for thought: http://www.gradesaver.com/sir-gawain-and-the-green-knight/study-guide/short-summary/
A little Arthurian lore that seems vaguely pertinent. ;D