Dear Followers,
Manners Maketh Man.
Oh, how does one display indifference?
Remain tranquil in a time of horror?
As Harry Hart did not utter a word in light of global bloodshed,
Oblivious to the deceits surrounding him,
His very own leader defrauding him, killing him!
How this refined feature resembles the rottenness in Denmark,
A leader, an uncle, a ruler, beloved to all
Except those that possess the misfortune of knowing the facts,
"For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak with most miraculous organ" (2.2.556-557).
The mystery of the classified agents, so intriguing in which one could not conclude
Who carries ill and who carries good,
Until all is exposed, and light sheds the darkness of the mountain.
When shall that day come forth in Denmark?
A season of fresh harvest in lieu of the stale tension,
Till then what am I to do? Incapable of fury upon my own father's murder,
Full of nothing but remorse at my deficiency.
"Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!" (2.2.542-543)
A boy from streets flashed more audacity than me!
A boy from streets recognized treachery ahead of me!
A boy from streets rose to power after the departure of his idol!
Am I no more than a boy from streets?
"I, the son of a dear father murdered,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell," (2.2.546-547)
Am deemed unfit by my own conscious to take vengeance against my kin,
Upholding the sanctity of the throne of Denmark, this prison that engulfs me.
"Tis none to [others], for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
To me it is a prison" (2.2.249-251)
A mannered gentleman sacrificing his history for mankind, dead at the speed of a bullet!
Have mercy, Fortune! Us mortals "on Fortune's cap...are not the very button" (2.2.219).
Let it be. I must prepare myself.
I too will put on a wise disposition, becoming Eggsy,
Let me neglet the antics of my previous strategy and attack the true villain with wit.
As always, with devotion,
Hamlet
Tweets
- "For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak with most miraculous organ" (2.2.556-557)
Playing Operation for the first time. Didn't expect surgery to be this noisy #horseinhisleg #thisguyneedsmentalhelp
- "Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!" (2.2.542-543)
Name: Hamlet
Occupation: Prince of Denmark
Hobbies: Reading the thesaurus
#imsofancy #youalreadyknow #iminthefastlane #fromdenmarktowittenberg
- "I, the son of a dear father murdered, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell" (2.2.546-547)
Dad keeps giving me more chores. Won't be able to make it to the bar tonight :( #sorryguys #princelydutiesandallthat
- "Tis none to you, for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison" (2.2.249-251)
Almost 30 and still living in my parents' basement. Probably should have gone back to school. #prisoncastle #unemployed
- "on Fortune's cap...are not the very button" (2.2.219)
Dad died. Mom doesn't care. Uncle is a criminal. My life is so perfect. #badluckbrian
Manners Maketh Man.
Oh, how does one display indifference?
Remain tranquil in a time of horror?
As Harry Hart did not utter a word in light of global bloodshed,
Oblivious to the deceits surrounding him,
His very own leader defrauding him, killing him!
How this refined feature resembles the rottenness in Denmark,
A leader, an uncle, a ruler, beloved to all
Except those that possess the misfortune of knowing the facts,
"For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak with most miraculous organ" (2.2.556-557).
The mystery of the classified agents, so intriguing in which one could not conclude
Who carries ill and who carries good,
Until all is exposed, and light sheds the darkness of the mountain.
When shall that day come forth in Denmark?
A season of fresh harvest in lieu of the stale tension,
Till then what am I to do? Incapable of fury upon my own father's murder,
Full of nothing but remorse at my deficiency.
"Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!" (2.2.542-543)
A boy from streets flashed more audacity than me!
A boy from streets recognized treachery ahead of me!
A boy from streets rose to power after the departure of his idol!
Am I no more than a boy from streets?
"I, the son of a dear father murdered,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell," (2.2.546-547)
Am deemed unfit by my own conscious to take vengeance against my kin,
Upholding the sanctity of the throne of Denmark, this prison that engulfs me.
"Tis none to [others], for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
To me it is a prison" (2.2.249-251)
A mannered gentleman sacrificing his history for mankind, dead at the speed of a bullet!
Have mercy, Fortune! Us mortals "on Fortune's cap...are not the very button" (2.2.219).
Let it be. I must prepare myself.
I too will put on a wise disposition, becoming Eggsy,
Let me neglet the antics of my previous strategy and attack the true villain with wit.
As always, with devotion,
Hamlet
Tweets
- "For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak with most miraculous organ" (2.2.556-557)
Playing Operation for the first time. Didn't expect surgery to be this noisy #horseinhisleg #thisguyneedsmentalhelp
- "Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!" (2.2.542-543)
Name: Hamlet
Occupation: Prince of Denmark
Hobbies: Reading the thesaurus
#imsofancy #youalreadyknow #iminthefastlane #fromdenmarktowittenberg
- "I, the son of a dear father murdered, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell" (2.2.546-547)
Dad keeps giving me more chores. Won't be able to make it to the bar tonight :( #sorryguys #princelydutiesandallthat
- "Tis none to you, for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison" (2.2.249-251)
Almost 30 and still living in my parents' basement. Probably should have gone back to school. #prisoncastle #unemployed
- "on Fortune's cap...are not the very button" (2.2.219)
Dad died. Mom doesn't care. Uncle is a criminal. My life is so perfect. #badluckbrian
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