in a heartbeat, a second passes.
in a clock hand's turn, a minute.
time is elusive.
time is slippery.

and based on experience, i seem to have lots of it.

time is stupid.
its as abundant as street kids when you need it the least and as scarce as a piece of blank paper when a random thought arises.

what a waste of time.

its ironic that im writing about time. why? im writing about time because iv got so much of it right now, and iv got nothing else to do. but, typing this post consumes my time which, by the way, is the primary reason for me to write. circular. confused?

a, my grammar is a mess. a bell rings. logout logout

-till another time comes.

-out