Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Magic Shake-Ball

Okay, Shake-Ball, give it to me straight. How long before that drop of acid that fell on my lip burns me from the inside out?


"Tell us what Sinon hath bewitched our ears,
Or who hath brought the fatal engine in
That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound."

(Titus Andronicus 5.3.86-88)


Oh, God. You aren't even going to humor me? It's fatal. I knew it. And it did come from an engine or some other man-made chemical. I'd almost convinced myself it was water that had gotten on my hair after I'd washed my hands—a stretch, I know, but it's all I had to work with. Thanks for nothing, Shake-Ball.

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