10-23-2014, 11:46 AM
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
And being purged a fire within our thighs;
But being vex'd a sea that's nourish'd farts:
What is it else? a madness indiscreet,
A choking gas before we must excrete.
(With no small apologies to The Bard Hisself)
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions