unfulfilled no reason it just feels like this isn't enough 090309 ... unhinged not_happy underappreciated accused 090310 ... Fido you Caesars, you shams! you shiftless philandering hams. so I'll be dead, dead as truth - you'll be preening on the roof. I leaped ahead, I peeped aloft, and now you mean to chop it off, to lay me down upon the block, to shed my red and noble stock. before I go I think you should know of something borrowed ... a little gift before I go. Twas your diary, duped page for page, and sent to London. To be performed on stage. 090310 what's it to you? who go blather from