Let me count the ways...
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I hate thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I hate thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I hate thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I hate thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I hate thee with a hate I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I hate thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but hate thee better after death.
.oOo.
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pig
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Your obsession, as a revulsion of the little man, will turn eventually into the full bloom of love. Like pettles from the flower of this love, each will fall, I love thee not, I love thee, I love thee not, I love thee. Like all men who fall in love with other men, in a purely platonic way, your love for Wee Willy Winky will eventually bloom into a full summer love. Every servant loves their master, every slave loves their owner, every man who votes for Wee Willy Winky, is showing their fresh spring love for the man. It is a very homosexual thing, as a man, to vote for another man, especially a man like Wee Willy Winky. |
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