by aurumlupus » Wed Oct 09, 2013 2:18 pm
Sev laughed softly. "Then we seem to e stuck between a rock and a hard place. All we can do is camp high and hope light img does not come, or we will be seen by anyone with eyes left n their skull, whether they can actually see or not."
"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."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."