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, May 16, 2008
It has been a while since I posted one of my markerings. This is called BEST KISS. It is not a favorite of some of my fans but it is a favorite of mine. This link takes you to an explanation of Markerings if you are not familiar with them.