Nighty night.
To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect,
That makes calamity of so long life.
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Sun 25 Sep 2011, 16:34,
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For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect,
That makes calamity of so long life.
you know, if shakespeare were alive today
he'd probably be writing scripts for eastenders.
seriously, going to bed. g'night
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Sun 25 Sep 2011, 16:37,
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seriously, going to bed. g'night