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
Monday, March 10, 2014
HEY, I'M A GEMINI
Question Of The Week 03-10-14
Family, dog, cats, chickens, travel, weather, work, supernatural, computers, cyberspace, shopping, writing, drawing, etc.? For me it can change every morning.