Feminist Beasts.

[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, Geneva]These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.[/FONT]
 
COOL STORY BRO / JESUS THE GAY
 
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
 
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