Oh! Shakespear was poetry, yes?
Lessee what I remember.
Ok.
To be, or not to be,
that is the quetion.
Whether 'tis nobler of the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
or to arm oneself against a sea of sorrows.
To die, to sleep
to sleep perchance to dream
and in these dreams ......
-shit-
to die, to sleep, no more
and in this dream of death
to shuffle off the mortal coil....
no, that's damn wrong.
I used to have the whole bit memorized.
......I was bored once.
