but in the end truth will out.
but in the end truth will out.
But who will care?
eh, maybe
But will anyone care?
Though not on my time, maybe not on yours, And we may be conversing with the worms.
It just doesn't matter
The butt end of it, then.
I hope so, Bill.
God I hope so
"The play's the thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king."
The trouble is, it rarely endeth well...
Ahhh, to write plays when god still folded the infinite into the horizon
Will it though Will?
I doubt this is even close to the end.
amen
It hasn’t yet, and we’re going on ten years.
Itself... The amount of Skeletons Closeted Is Exasperating.
when tens of thousands of years from now some alien happens upon our wreckage and starts their archeology
if truth holds true contents.
Fingers crossed for the Reverse Linkin Park Principle.