ok. now let me get this straight. today is friday, the seventh of february, in the year two thousand and three? can someone please explain to me where the time’s gone?
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I don’t flippin’ know, but the same thing is happening here!
I have to wonder if it’s a planet-wide phenomenon…
Babyjesusplayingfoursqare! It’s now the EIGHTH! Next thing you know it’ll be the NINTH! Then what!? The tenth? Eleventh!?
When will the madness end?
up the mofo creek, dats where
time?
time?
it was declared a national security threat by the emperor and subsequently bombed.
do you feel safer?
um. well. i don’t feel any less in a hurry.
Hey, lookit, Kurtwood’s 25 years old!
when you figure it out will you let me know??
“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.”
- Pink Floyd
i got hungry and ate it. sorry.