Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Friday, April 08, 2005
THINK I WILL
If you're looking for me, I've gone to Tulsa. Got up this morning rested and refreshed and it's beautiful day, so Ron said why don't you go to Tulsa and see your mother and I said, I think I will. Bye!