Join Date: May 2013
Location: The salty spitoon
I'd start some kind of business so that thousands of people will work for me, then they'll have to like me otherwise I'll have them killed.
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