So about a year ago, I was watching The Dark Knight. I wore something that vaguely reminded me of the Joker. A year later, I decided to wear something slightly more blatantly Joker-referential, but I'm not sure if it worked any better.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade,
Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. (9 - 10)In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. (19 - 20)Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands;
Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. (31 - 34)Every gate is throng'd with suitors, all the markets overflow.
I have but an angry fancy; what is that which I should do? (101 - 102)Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string?
I am shamed thro' all my nature to have loved so slight a thing. (147 - 148)
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