- Hip Gelatinous Cube
- May 30, 2001
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i relate to this sonnet because i, too, wish to gently caress Henry VIII's wife
code:Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
But as for me, hélas, I may no more.
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that farthest cometh behind.
Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore
Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore,
Sithens in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
As well as I may spend his time in vain.
And graven with diamonds in letters plain
There is written, her fair neck round about:
Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.
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- Hip Gelatinous Cube
- May 30, 2001
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code:Well let me tell you something: you might got more cash than me
But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's rear end like me.
—From Canibus' magnum opus, "Second Round K.O."
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