People cast doubts on the real identity of Shakespeare. Always. Why don’t we just let ‘Shakepeare’ be an ideological being that writes good stuff? You dont have to be sure of the author’s identity to appreciate their work.

How do you define warmth?

Is it just a physical sense?

If I could break my heart in two, I wouldnt do so.

What makes you down is the red thing that pumps nonstop.

How does it feel being the rod holding all hangers in the closet?

Heavy.

How do you describe worries?