"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."
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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."
Such is life as I await your eloquent replies.
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Then I come on here to leave a witty comment.
And I realize I am but a fool.
For I can only fool myself.
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Maybe that's what life is, fooling ourselves into thinking we know what we're doing?
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Is South Dakota real?
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I'm sorry. :(
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I thought about you today when I saw a POTC poster. No idea why.
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Oh, btw. I added you to my f-list. So, yeah. Rejoice, bb! (Kidding.)
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We're LJ friends now. lol.
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