| Registered: | Aug 7, 2010 2:12 AM |
| ID: | 91154 |
| Title: | User |
| Name: | sun scribe |
| Gender: | Female |
| Pet choice: | Liberate |
| eeMail: | Send eeMail |
| Forum posts: | Forum posts |
| Achievements: | Member |
| Last seen: | 684 weeks, 2 days, 16 hours, 2 minutes ago |
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. | |