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
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Monday, January 26, 2026
QUESTION OF THE WEEK...01-26-2026
Would you rather have gills to breathe underwater or wings to fly?
Wings to fly.
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I'd have more use for flying then being in water. Fly. Wings.
ReplyDeleteWings to fly -- I don't like getting wet.
ReplyDeleteWings, to soar to the heights.
ReplyDeleteWhat, am I the only one who wishes to live in the sea?
ReplyDeleteDefinitely wings to fly.
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