| Hamlet... |
[Nov. 29th, 2004|10:56 pm] |
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| | Heartbroken | ] | To be, or not to be....that is the question... Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles.... And by opposing end them? To die... To sleep... No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to... 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die... To sleep... Perchance to dream... There's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long a life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The proud man's contumely, the insolence of office, the law's delay, the pangs of despis'd love, When he himself might his own quietus make With a bare bodkin? Whom would fardels bear, grunt and sweat under a weary life, For it not the dread of something after death... The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns... puzzles the will... And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? and Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action |
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| The Beginning |
[Sep. 16th, 2004|08:48 pm] |
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| | Bob Marley - One Love/People Get Together | ] | This journal has Officially moved to a Friends Only Status. I have deleted most of the entrys that were here and I plan on writing some more, just not tonight. I've spent way to much time going through and saving the memories that I didn't want to destroy. So if your my friend, check those out. If your not my friend and want to read, let me know and I'll add you to my friends list. I won't know unless you tell me |
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