CoMixed from @mariaokumura: https://commaful.com/play/mariaokumura/youre-late/

A torture like no other.

Just finished watching Season 7 and what the fuck. What the fuck man? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm a Targaryen?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land;

Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

On the Ning Nang Nong Where the Cows go Bong!

No man is an island, Entire of itself,

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;

The time will come when, with elation

we had goldfish and they circled around and around in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes

The low lands call I am tempted to answer

Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

'Hope' is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul—

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day;