all the worlds a stage

[machinelves]

And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one incel in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Drooling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the bullied school-boy, with his backpack
And shining pizza face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the rotter,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to the forum's main page. Then a joke,
Full of strange copes, and balding like the eagle,
Jealous of looks, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the reputation points
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the incel,
In obese round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of unruly bushes,
Full of idiotic posts and repetitive drivel;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the fat and slipper’d sweatpants,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
oldcel

-shaksepere

[machinelves]

dnrd

[thesupremegentleman]

incel's in his basement-
all's right with the world!

[ΛΟΓΟΣ]

incel's in his basement-
all's right with the world!