onesecondmore

i've got little to say today, so like mom said, if you've got nothing nice to say, get someone else to say something not so nice for you...

'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!
lifes 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.'

you think a modern entertainment exec would tell him, 'bill, that's a bit of a downer, buddy. we should get a script doctor on that to punch it up a little...' ?!?
xo.