(May 6, 2014 at 12:45 pm)Aral Gamelon Wrote: Jesus tittyfucking Christ Heywood. Learn how to spell their already. I saw the title of the thread, and my blood pressure went through the goddamned roof.
Also; no shitting here over the ruling. I can't wait to perform the Black Sacrament with CD.
I'll supply the corpse if you can find a listener for the night mother.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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.
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.
