To sneed, or not to sneed?

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To Sneed, or not to Sneed: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The memes and (yous) of outrageous fortune,
Or to take blarms against a sea of piss,
And by opposing end them? To cope: to seethe;
No more; and by a seethe to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand account socks
That forum is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To cope, to seethe;
To seethe: perchance to dilate: ay, there's the blob;
For in that seethe of meth what memes may come
When we have shuffled off this hat of foil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so shit bantz;
For who would bear the brooms and deletes of jannies,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised...
To Sneed, or not to Sneed, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to cope
The slings and arrows of outrageous seed,
Or to take arms against a s(n)ea(d) of troubles
And by opposing end them. To Sneed—to seed,
No more; and by a seed to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That seed is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To feed, to seed;
To Sneed, perchance to cope, there's the rub:
For in that seed of Sneed what Sneeds may come,
When we have Sneeded off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the seeds and feeds of time,
Th'city-slickers's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the Sneeds
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To seed and feed under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after feed,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those Sneeds we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus city-slickers doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great seed and feed
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of Chuck.
 
To Sneed, or not to Sneed: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The memes and (yous) of outrageous fortune,
Or to take blarms against a sea of piss,
And by opposing end them? To cope: to seethe;
No more; and by a seethe to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand account socks
That forum is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To cope, to seethe;
To seethe: perchance to dilate: ay, there's the blob;
For in that seethe of meth what memes may come
When we have shuffled off this hat of foil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so shit bantz;
For who would bear the brooms and deletes of jannies,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, null's delay,
The insolence of office and the spergs
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bear otherkin? who would fardels bear,
To gunt and sweat under a horsey wife,
But that the dread of something after banned,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No Kiwi returns, puzzles the shill
And makes us rather bear those shills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus reaction score does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the podcast of MATI,
And enterprises of great shit and torment
With this regard their comments turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Touch grass you now!
The sticky adipophilia! Simp, in thy seasons
Be all my sins remember'd!
 
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