Friday, October 19, 2007
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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.
About Me
- Michael
- Astrologer accredited by the Astrologers Guild of America in 1972. A life of working occultly for the saving of the planet Earth.
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