Aug 20, 2008 13:02
The rushed tempo of time has me wondering when the crash landing is scheduled. At least I'll have posted one last livejournal entry...
No one has time anymore. Energy and gas to access more time, but there's a lack of that too, of course. I'm afraid the wallpaper on your expression is peeling; I'd like to rip it off myself and burn it in the bin with all the prepared speeches. Anything prepared is a lie.
Webs have accumulated considerably outside my window; spiders seem to be in the initial efforts of cocooning me inside my room.
I don't appreciate cunning.