Join Date: May 2013
Location: The salty spitoon
I'm going to get up & have coffee in one of those fancy glass cups with the metal handle my sister found in our spare room.
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 strut's and fret's his hour upon the stage and is heard no more,
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. - Macbeth