Tristan_Geoff

To bant, or not to bant- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to banter
The slings and bants of outrageous banture
Or to take bants against a sea of banter,
And by banting end them. To bant- to bant-
No more; and by a bant to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand bantings
That flesh is bant to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be bant'd. To bant- to bant.
To bant- perchance to dream: ay, there's the bant!
For in that bant of death what bants may come
When we have banted off this mortal coil,
Must give us bants. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bant the whips and bantss of time,
Th' oppressor's bant, the proud man's bant,
The pangs of despis'd bants, the bant's delay,
The insolence of office, and the bants
That patient merit of th' unworthy bants,
When he himself might his quietus bant
With a bant bodkin? Who would these fardels bant,
To grunt and sweat under a weary bant,
But that the bant of something after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bant
No traveller bants- puzzles the bant,
And makes us rather bear those bants we have
Than fly to others that we know bant of?
Thus conscience does make bants of us all,
And thus the native bant of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the bant cast of banter,
And enterprises of great pith and banter
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the bant of action.- Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons
Bant all my sins rememb'red.

__________________
YW Fam: All MB Music Projects Under One Roof

Emo/Pop Punk Journal

Techno Journal