Convene

Aug 19, 2007 23:19

Well... I remember doing this at night at 3 am. Not really night, but moreso morning. Mourning. Things to mourn. But more joy than anything. Everything. Everythign around and you've just got to take into consideration what it all is and what it all means. I wonder who reads and thinks here anymore....

Clock on the wall. Hammer takes it down apparently. Stops time. But where's the tool to reverse it? Can't. because tiem does not exist. Invention of man to remember when to do things. Or a curse from the gods. However it is to be seen. Time is time. And it is there to be wasted or to be held onto. Given up and/or received. This is where we are and this is what we've done. Reap the benefits or ...

Ingesting air. Or just breathing it. As should be done. Of course that's what should be done. We know what should be done. We we we we we ha ha ha ha. Hm. On with it.

Brick walls look familiar sometimes. Others would know why. And yet, some would see other things holding meaning. People are different. And come from different places. As is Diversity's custom. you know where it's at. Where it's at. Whats made is what's to be gotten through. And it's up to you. I'm missing the we. And there's not much to see. Just in this one cell. One cell of a being who's being well. Kill.

Or stop.

Mostly the same.
Completely different.

Time doesn't crawl when you're busy thinking. And nothing else exists. Fortunately, existance is very well known and easy to spot.

Agreed?

and time to waste
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