Nov 10, 2004 21:01
Hello my peeps,
I know i haven't been posting in 4 years but i can freakin never get online so this is something.
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word
Tomorrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pae from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow,a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more : it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing...
Macbeth-