Ah...Lords and Ladies, tis a preponderous reason for my most rescent request from the fair folk of Santa Rosa. Thou see-est the wisdom in the whimsy! For Mica dost said unto me thinkest fast about thy latest musings on yon low tambered lute, fore the ides of March shall be visited upon thee in April after the 15th if thou dost delay in setting the thing, in which thou catchith the striking of the string, in motion with the greasing of the palm! And so with the words of the fairest Mica still shimmering in the air, I did the DEED most unfowl! (Me not being a chicken) It was a sage decision to be true... fore the led's of crimson red were free for the asking. I dare not wait upon the morrow, to be visited by magnamoniuos sorrow of regret most disconserting, and the wish to be deceased... and not strike before the 20% increase! For now when fretting and strutting upon the darkest stage and not seeing my neck through the midst of haze, I will throw the switch and cast my lot and shout On thou crimson bloody spots! The playing's the thing in which to catch the sustaining of the string! (appologies to those who hated Bill S in school and didn't order 2 weeks ago.)
