(a little something i threw together with dreamweaver...and no, that's not ellen's real screen name...i guess you could call this concept poetry...cos really, I just arranged it...and no, this didn't really happen)

SilyLily33: Enter Jennifer

SilyLily33: To be, or not to be: that is the question:

SilyLily33: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

SilyLily33: The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

SilyLily33: Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

SilyLily33: And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

SilyLily33: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end

SilyLily33: The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

SilyLily33: That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation

SilyLily33: Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;

SilyLily33: To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;

SilyLily33: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

MsEllenM: oh, cool

SilyLily33: When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

SilyLily33: Must give us pause. There’s the respect

SilyLily33: That makes calamity of so long life;

SilyLily33: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

SilyLily33: The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,

SilyLily33: The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay,

MsEllenM: wow, that's nice, Jen

SilyLily33: The insolence of office, and the spurns

SilyLily33: That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

MsEllenM: that' must have been fun

SilyLily33: When he himself might his quietus make

SilyLily33: With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,

SilyLily33: To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

SilyLily33: But that the dread of something after death,

SilyLily33: The undiscover’d country from whose bourn

SilyLily33: No traveller returns, puzzles the will,’

SilyLily33 And makes us rather bear those ills we have

SilyLily33: Than fly to others that we know not of?

MsEllenM: ok

SilyLily33: Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

SilyLily33: And thus the native hue of resolution

SilyLily33: Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,

MsEllenM: sure, anytime

SilyLily33: And enterprises of great pith and moment

SilyLily33: With this regard their currents turn awry,

MsEllenM: go ahead

SilyLily33: And lose the name of action. Soft you now!

SilyLily33: Be all my sins remember’d.

MsEllenM: cool

SilyLily33: Exeunt Jennifer