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 23, 2015
WHAT IS HEALING
Question Of The Week, 3-23-15
What makes you feel better, revenge
I once read an article that said getting revenge is better for your health than forgiving.
Then put on them the faces of people you know and love.