this is how my 17 yr old son handles his frustrating day. i get a text: [View all]

[seabeyond]

Last edited Thu Dec 6, 2012, 02:02 PM - Edit history (2)

Tomorrow, and tomorrow,
and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace
from day to day
The last syllable of recorded time
And all of our yesterdays,
lighted fools
This 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.



i love my boy, lol


edit to clarify: Figured you needed some Shakespeare! was the rest of his message. he did not write it himself. i assumed, lol. my bad