Perverts Chronicles

The Perverts Chronicles takes a look at our work from the not so distant past. Expect a collection of stuff from the diverse to the perverse.

There is a willow grows askant the brook...
There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds, 
Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread,
And mermaid-like awhile they bore her up, 
Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds,
As one incapable of her own distress...
Act 4, Scene 7     


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