...och en annan bra sak med sega söndagar är när man får tummen ur häcken och rensar i högarna med papper som samlats överallt i brist på ordentliga skrivbordslådor. Hittade en gammal låt-text/dikt/whatever som visserligen känns lite väl emo, men kan vara värd att lägga upp här i alla fall. Med reservation för att den kan ha legat uppe i gamla nät-dagboken:

Descend on me and bring me pleasure
the worth of which gods only know
Illuminate me, fill my senses
and let your presence in me grow

Bring unto me the joy of angels
and extacy unknown to Man
Rejuvenate me, fill my dreams
Revive me as as you, only, can

Drink your fill from what I offer
then throw me bleedning to the floor
Corrupt my soul and taint my feelings
you know I´ll only ask for more

Bring unto me the woes of devils
and torment yet unknown in Hell
Penetrate me, tear me asunder
all these things you do so well

Take my soul and rend me helpless
leave my carcass out to dry;
when murdered by my love for you
I will never really die 

Som alltid gäller copyrighten, och som alltid *kommer* jag att 

ställa till rejäla bekymmer för den som stjäler mina ord.

Intet är som att slötitta på Monthy Python-film för att liva upp en seg söndag.

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ARTHUR: The Lady of the Lake,... [angels sing] ...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your king!

DENNIS: Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

ARTHUR: Be quiet!

DENNIS: Well, but you can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

ARTHUR: Shut up!

DENNIS: I mean, if I went ’round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away!

ARTHUR: Shut up, will you. Shut up!

DENNIS: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.

ARTHUR: Shut up!

DENNIS: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help! I’m being repressed!

ARTHUR: Bloody peasant!

DENNIS: Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That’s what I’m on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn’t you?