Its Marilyn Monroes birthday. This is in da book, One Day Tells its Tale to Another. MARILYNS SOLILOQUY Idiots of living time signify nothing. They merely paint my fall of hair, mold my shapely legs to tempt fools who’d be my familiars. Time now to undo my estate of lechers creeping in petty pace to grasp, fondle, possess a thousand recorded images of my charmed, night-shrieking life. I was then but a walking shadow, my champagne flavored by fear. My senses cooled, my candle out, fifty years since flesh met sodden death, I have forgotten the taste of glamour, and am alive in bloodless dignity-- safe from clamorous bells, the fury of fame or needing you. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, to the last syllable of recorded time? Players will rouse and stir to shadows of Marilyn, who briefly strutted upon a stage. Macbeth, Act v,scene v
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