had we but world enough and time.....

[honkeytonk0586]

i have not updated on this wretched thing for ages and for due reason. i have been busier than a faggot in a cucumber shop. (eww that was the most disgusting metaphor ever) over the past few months many thoughts have been mulled over in that scary mind of mine. many deal with my struggle between emotion and rational fact. a battle going on which will never end. i am on the verge of making a decision based on a single whim, that could change my life greatly and place me 1500 miles from good old south florida. but this one whim won't leave my thoughts. this whim places me in fits of euphoric bliss. (i thought of that phrase at work) and yet, as i refer to it as a whim, it is much much more. i believe that things will work, if and only if they are meant to work. this has been the most vague and metaphorical bit of ridiculous writing i have written in a while.
-sam
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
(last stanza from andrew marvell's "to his coy mistress")