Moni´s choice

[Terrance]

It is much to do about nothing. 

cyber theater of the absurd. 

comedy and mistaken identity. as you like it and 12th night. 

Oh, but it is tragedy ow. 


And the selfish little boy (Romeo is one of Shakespeare's worst
villains, we've only recently made him out to be romantic ), so full
passion for love. So full of hate. 
He knows not love or how to love. sick to his heart, hate and brutality
all round him, it is he who will fill the stage with bodies. 


O me! What fray was here?
  Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
  Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
  Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
  O any thing, of nothing first create!
  O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
  Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
  Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
  sick health!
  Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
  This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
  Dost thou not laugh?

adeiu Moni, yee shall be much missed.