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vox taciturnitusque
around and around and around we spin with feet of lead and wings of tin
Created on 2005-02-01 16:40:26 (#5983935), last updated 2006-09-23
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| Name: | defluo demens |
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Tomorrow and tommorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day o the last syllable
of recorded time, and all our yesterdats have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out breif candle!
Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player
Who struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
and then is heard no more. Its is a tale,
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
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I love that bit.
As for me, I strut and fret. I have a need for drama. I strut and fret, I stand still and wring my hands, I paint brilliant landscapes with vibrant colors and with empty brushes, and the stage is suspended on wooden beams over empty plush red seats, and sometimes people sit and stay and sometimes people join me on the stage, sometimes they coordinate with me and sometimes they ruin everything, sometimes they hover on the edge, unsure of their roles which I do not give them. I yell and whisper. Sometimes I dance. I sit in the middle of the vast empty expanse of wood and hug my knees. I cry. I throw tantrums, completely silently. Everything echoes. I smile and I sing. But most of the time, I act alone. If there are others on the stage, they are so worked into the fabric they fade into the wood and when they leave me there are holes, places where planks should be, that threaten falling. But new faces, bright faces, are a rarity. I strut and fret my hour, and then am heard no more.
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