(July 30, 2014 at 11:19 pm)Alice Wrote:(July 30, 2014 at 10:25 pm)ReGen Wrote: Have I?
Hey, I just met you, and... this is crazy. But here's my poster...
So:
So much to die for, So little to live for. Stay or go your choices are your own, now breathe deep and take the plunge.
Little peotry summoned on the spot
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.