Monday, 17 January 2011

Tempus Fugit

Time really pisses me off sometimes. What the hell is it anyway? Who exactly does it think it is? How dare you arbitrarily dictate to me some random scheme of measuring my life! I don't go around strapping rulers to my fingers and haunting everyone with thoughts of impending doom. Take away your hands, your numbers and your quartz oscillators! I want to be free of them!

Here's the time. Here's how much time just disappeared. Here's how long you've got left til your expiration. Seriously! We don't need it! Bugger off! Bah!

[Publication correct at the time of writing]

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