Hamlet: ..”.. a death-mote it is to
trouble the mind's ey.. eye.. as Horatio spake once I believe it to
be true.. and my mind has the blade of a branding dagger in it's
cast.. and I always thot I had a rather gentle intellect.. but it is
as if books were razors.. and words and phrases were deadly
poisons... and I was a poisoner and a razor-wielder.. and a deathsman
of the soul to quote a future Great writer.. the greatest writer of
all.. a green man be I of a true naivete in the wake of my deadly,
cursed hebona life.. for I am drunken in squalor and am drowning in
the richest, dankest soil of sensation.. for I am inside myself the
deepest growth of an agriculture.. and there is depth, great depth of
emotion in this agriculture.. but perhaps a free will as well.. and I
fight for my free will.. I FIGHT for it.. but I failed a goodfellow
old man by falling into the trade of hire and salary by a moment's
quick hesitation.. for when I hesitated against the abyss of the
diaphane I fell into an abyss of hesitation and I acted to the quick
of a pure absence of something I call an absence of free will.. for I
became an actor, a murderer of the stage.. a Gonzago I became.. heh..
a gonzo Gonzago was the my true Raven mentor my soul.. and it was
when I became an actor, a man of the purest liquid stage, that I lost
all my free will.. and brought to death harms way a good old man..
the dearest father beloved of my young girl teenage lover.. how did
it come to this.. oh cursed spite.. “
Ophelia: ..”.. that ever I was
birthed from a womb of dream to set it right or set it wrong for it
was such a deadly wall of dejection and rejection a poison wall of
dejection rejection that I put between you and myself...”
.. Hamlet 2 .. written by Hanno Ridal
Raudsepp...
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