Originally posted by Itzak
ignore him Sarah.
this is the very painting of your fear:
this is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
led you to duncan. oh, these flaws and starts,
impostors 2 true fear, would well become
a woman's story at a winter's fire,
authorized by her grandam. shame itself!
why do you make such faces? when all's done,
you look but on a stool.
I'm in a weird mood. 😐
Originally posted by Piggle Humsy
Hi Stalker! waveI hope your keeping a four mile distance from me.. otherwise you'll be breaking your restraining order. 😛
Originally posted by _Sanctuary_
Will do!this is the very painting of your fear:
this is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
led you to duncan. oh, these flaws and starts,
impostors 2 true fear, would well become
a woman's story at a winter's fire,
authorized by her grandam. shame itself!
why do you make such faces? when all's done,
you look but on a stool.I'm in a weird mood. 😐
😆 Another Itzak fan!
Goody. Weird mood=fun. w00t
"Fan"? ...... 🤨
I mean... wtf? 😕
Originally posted by _Sanctuary_Ah, Shakespeare.
Will do!this is the very painting of your fear:
this is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
led you to duncan. oh, these flaws and starts,
impostors 2 true fear, would well become
a woman's story at a winter's fire,
authorized by her grandam. shame itself!
why do you make such faces? when all's done,
you look but on a stool.I'm in a weird mood. 😐
😆 Another Itzak fan!
fear
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!
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.