Time is just nature’s way of keeping everything from happening at once.
Three dimensions just seems so confining. I do my best work with four and an eraser.
Which means you’d probably end up spilling your lunch all over your lap.
There is a time, and that time is now, and its right for me. Its right for me, and that time is now.
As for words, I got none.
Fagjunk Theology: Not just for Sodomite Propagandists anymore!
Time has come today! Young hearts can go their way.
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…
You could do like that guy in Catch-22 and try to make every experience as unpleasant as possible so it’ll last longer.
Sorry, Super Gnat, but Jello beat you to the Pink Floyd reference. I noticed because I wanted to make the same one myself.
I already replied to this thread, but then time got things all out of order and that reply won’t show up for another month. Time, you bastard…