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"The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination."
~A Midsummer Night's Dream
Kris Wing Peterson objectifies some hotties. Brooke Bolick's smooth jazz licks reinforce it.
Kailey Azure Green waxes wistfully writing of wove in their wotebook... Gary Argyle channels American Football on his Telecaster.
Liza Shoell's negging game is top-notch! Noelle Marie Conder plays some sort of instrument that I can only assume is made from the bones of her fallen foes.
Kris Wing Peterson is here to kick booty and take names. Robert Starks dons the hair spray and flying-V to shred madcap.
Autumn Rose Miles explains it all flawlessly-- We don't understand how you can POSSIBLY be confused! Also fear not-- Gary Argyle will NEVER stop employing gratuitous melodica at every chance.
Olivia Ockey is practically bursting to share with you the wondrous joy that is death! Robert Ikey Starks expertly compliments this ode to loss with creepy embellishments.
Kailey Azure Green inspires us with beauty and grace. Meanwhile, Noelle Marie Conder is tickling those ivories with other-wordly rigor.
Drake Hansen says they're harmless-- don't believe it! For to look straight into the owls eyes is to bring into the mind a world ripe with Madness. Brooke Bolick brandishes a possessed casio keyboard to aid in the Madness.
Autumn Rose Miles dials up the beguilement to 11. We never stood a chance. Gary Argyle plays some chords they found under a stack of warm butter biscuits.
We're unsure as to whether ol' Billy Shakes wanted to play that instrument or take it out to dinner. Liza Shoell has a take. Brooke Bolick plays Harpsichord, which I maintain is just a piano when it's feeling silly.
Olivia Ockey is gettin' ready for a hot date! Noelle Marie Conder has the skills to cover the bill!
Drake Hansen paints for us a picture that would be the envy of any Thomas Kinkade painting. Gary Argyle bursts forth from the earth with tones stolen from the soil to seed a new day.
Oof. Looks like this Porter Wagoner is getting the Dolly Parton treatment. Google the reference. Kailey Azure Green, can we get a hit song out of it? Robert Starks makes us cry with mournful refrains.
Liza Shoell is probably over-thinking it. Robert Ikey Starks brings us maudlin ballading to augment a beautiful queer tapestry ,
Drake Hansen finds fault in our stars well before John Greens' very sad book that definitely didn't destroy me. Gary Argyle plays music whilst barely fending off major jealousy towards Drake's galaxy vest.
Kris Wing Peterson talks to her pooch. Robert Ikey Starks lulls us into a false sense of security, presumably to steal our snacks..
If Olivia Ockey is wrong, then she doesn't want to be right. Gary Argyle employs dinosaur music.
Another ridiculous sonnet about "Will's" brought to you by WILLiam Shakespeare and performed by Autumn Rose Miles. It's not American Football, but give credit to Robery Ikey Starks for relenting to the awesome power of midwest emo.
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