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,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Yowza, what a face!
ReplyDeleteOhhh this is brilliant. I really love this. Thank you for sharing with FFO and have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteCreative!
ReplyDeleteWhoa! That had me reeling back in my chair. I don't like it one bit.
ReplyDeleteWhoa... That's weird!
ReplyDeleteOops
ReplyDeleteReminds me of something Salvador Dali would think up!
ReplyDeletePicasso might be jealous.
ReplyDeleteit makes me dizzy too lol
ReplyDeleteblessings