Macbeth:
Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace 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.
life is like a box of chocolated....time to get my point across.... have frens that blog and I think to myself if its just an in thingy or just evolution...so here I am.... putting my voice across.."holler!!!" if ya can hear me
Saturday, April 04, 2009
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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