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by BitterDan » Fri Jan 11, 2008 9:34 am
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 wished.To Die. To Sleep. To sleep perchance to dream; ay, but there's the rub. For in this sleep of death, what dreams may come?
Camp FuckIt + MT - 7:15 & D (maybe)