"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 is but a walking shadow
A poor player that struts and frets
His hour
Upon the stage
And is heard no more
It is a tale told by an idiot
Full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing"
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Life experiences, opinions, snippets and glimpses into the mind of a twenty-something still trying to find her place in the world. If I actually had a point, I'd say it plain.
About Me
- Dana
- Photographer, aspiring writer, living the rock star life on a blue collar budget. I write about whatever moves me - my family, my love life, drinking and music. Seriously, I can't make this shit up.
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