Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow...
Added 2020-01-31 01:09:52 +0000 UTCCreeps 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...
...
...would you like to try... our Apple Dippers...
Comments
The futility of life... Really makes you wonder if anything means anything at all or if meaning itself is a manufactured construct of our temporary and contained consciousness... Yes, I would like some apple dippers
Will Holz
2020-01-31 17:35:29 +0000 UTCIt is not widely known that The Bard would insert subtle messages in his plays to get a few shillings fron sponsors. It is not that well-known simply because I made it up at this very moment. :)
Bob Clevenger
2020-01-31 12:17:18 +0000 UTCvery nice
Luca Paghera
2020-01-31 10:08:48 +0000 UTCbeautiful!!!
Colton Westran
2020-01-31 04:03:42 +0000 UTCI use black and white filters on my Instagram ALL THE TIME!!!
Stephen Prandy
2020-01-31 01:42:47 +0000 UTCLoving this vintage picture look
Bagpiper
2020-01-31 01:10:52 +0000 UTC
