Posted by beau
on 2/5/2006
thus conscience does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolutions is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and the enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn away,and lose the name of action. Alas poor yorick! I knew him well. when shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, or rain? when the hurlyburly done, when the battles lost and won. (sorry it jus seemed appropriate . very tiny onyx scull MOVEABLE jaw. I have made couple of these.)
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those are millimeters people
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sick
dude thats nuts - mad props keep it up peace
» Posted by
timinny
on 2/5/2006 2:42:46 PM.
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What's up Beau!
If this is the Beau who was in JP's shop the other night--what's up --its Wendy-For some reason I didn't recognize you -I am sorry for running in and out so fast, the kids were up at the house-- please forgive my blindness !!! Hope to see you soon! If this isn't the Beau I'm thinking of, I still dig your skull and your poetry---nice change to read such words! peace, Wendy
» Posted by
JpToro
on 2/5/2006 7:55:56 PM.
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hamlet,
since when does hamlet speak spanish?
» Posted by
Buck
on 3/19/2006 10:38:49 AM.
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