I have returned for the new year, after befriending a pack of Peruvian alpacas whilst stranded on a nearby mountain range.  Very warm, alpacas.

I was glad to see the internet was still running after Y2K + 5, and to recieve a fresh batch of Shakespeare, just in time to watch Regis Philbin in a stunning tuxedo at midnight.  I had just recieved a ( Read more... )

Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?  A Ghosto Fbanquo Production.

Is the title of my remake of Macbeth, starring none other than those charming british pop stars, the Spice Girls.  I was thinking of calling it spice world, but apparently that film had already been made.


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My paintings look better in the dark.  Much like Picasso.  He was hispanic too.  I am a modern Picasso, only my name is Fbanquo. Jejune, I know. Don't you?

As for you, thaneoflochaber , let's dance.  What would you prefer, the waltz or the polka?  Or perhaps..............a TANGO?

I have a bone to pick with you.  I don't quite know what that expression means?  I ( Read more... )

Hey there, butch!

Where'd you come from?

......... Cuba

Gooding, Jr.

Just kidding.

No, really.

Not to be tautological, but either it will rain tomorrow or it will not rain tomorrow.

Santa Claus.  Do you know the real truth about Santa Claus?  His initials are S.C. and he brings toys to little children on Christmas eve.  That's the ( Read more... )

My loyal subjects:

Yesterday before I went to bed, I re-read Hamlet. (It only took me a mere eleven minutes because my brain processes things much quicker than the average non-hispanic idiot.  I'm sort of like Rain Man, only not autistic.) Then I put in a tape of all the episodes of Oprah. I love Oprah so much, I've taped every episode she's made  ( Read more... )

Dear Readers of this Piece:

Do not question me if you wish to continue reading.

The Sanskrit word for "war" means "desire for more cows."

You must accept me for who I am, as well as my many philosophies on life and literature.

After all, I am hispanic.  Do not question me.  Comprenden?

There is a season.  Turn, turn, turn.  Eh?  Am I right?  C'mon.
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Who would even attempt to say something like that, to think that I would even find myself in the same sentence let alone in anything with this second rate "shakespeare character." I started this journal to amuse others and speak of my wisdom, yet he starts this journal to entertain me with his foolery and lack of a high school education ( Read more... )

Something completely hysterical:

Less than twenty-four hours after I began this journal, someone has started one attacking mine, as though I were claiming to be some sort of Shakespeare expert, when obviously I have only used three Shakespeare references at all. (And one of them was clearing spelling out that it is my catchphrase for smack.)

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Como Estas, bitches ( Read more... )

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Perhaps you would like to know more about myself.
I would too.

I enjoy browsing literature at the bookstore, long walks on the beach, and early nineties rap.


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