happy birthday adam

An Adam Casey Birthday Production

15-3-2010

For lack of inspiration I have adapted a famous Shakespearean Soliloquy for your amusement. Said ‘quy is: ‘To Be or Not to be’ but unlike the dreary speech that it is, it has been adapted (as all things can be) to have a more optimistic outlook on this thing called life. As you know, my basic instinct is to find optimism depressing so there are sufficient elements of melancholy. In all honesty it will be as hard to comprehend as any of Shakespeare’s convoluted mountains of words. But alas, such is life. I’ve had

fun, even if I did use him to assist my creation. Sorry Shakespeare, Although, if you did resemble the looks of this man in real life, I would most certainly have my hand up for

procreation. Call me, or I’ll call you if I’m in your area….

To be and when to be—is that not the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

over the spunks

and arseholes with outrageous fortune

Or to take our legs and skate along a slate of marbles

And by strange task, forget

To cry, to weep--No more--

and by a chimney sweep to say we might end the headache,

and the thousand unnatural shocks

By simply singing chim chim cheree.

'Tis a consummationDevoutly to be

wished.

To try, to creep--

To creep--

perchance to scare:

ay, there's the rub,For in that shock of inspiration

what dreams may come

When we have shuffled to the beats of Little Red,It must give us cause!

There's the respect, That creates the unusual mind in this long and fluked life.

For who would

wear the lips

Th' expressers’

right,

the exhibitionists delight

to taste the wine,

The pangs of punishing life, oh the dismay,

The insolence of the post office and the spermsThat impregnate!

O all th' u

nworthy ta

sks,

When just

over the heath m

ight we bequeath

Everything that w

as ever w

ritten in

a book?

Who would drink fosters beer, To grunt and sweat over a dreary life?

But smoke

the dreads o

f some hippy afte

r a doobie,

Then enter the undiscovered world, from which placeNo traveler’s mind returns,

And makes us rather crave those ills, to endureAnd fly away to others that we know not of!

And thus the naive reviews of revolutionsIs sicklied o'er with the strangest cast of thought,

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And there is a prize for a great pitch

and comes with it a moment,

With kindest regards, the currents will one day changeAnd I shall lose the name of dissatisfaction.

– Slow you down,The great fair is just beginning!

– Nymphs and Dionysus, in thy Horizen!

Be all our genius and madness remembered.

Happiest Birthday to you good Sir.Have a magnificent and sufficiently absurd day! I toast now to your good health and

endless fortune!Much Love

MiOn the look out for icebergs

Searching, Hunting… nothing gets past me with this vision….