Bigweld and his mom's shoes, filled with cream cheese and doodie doos, teeth like fungus, hearts on fire, let them all perish in the doomspire!
Notice the time once again
Laminating its officiality in the minds of the perceivers
Through the flow of morality, of experience, and of the functions of life.
The time,
Leaning its influence and fate on the gas pedal of motion
Leading us into a chasm or into greater pastures
The anticipation never fades.
Attracting souls together
Through love, mutuality, and empathy
Time interacts with experience in seemingly opposite ways.
Though time attracts
It also detaches
From one soul to another
Time fades when life collapses.
Between this collapse and birth,
Time runs
Through enjoyment, and through resentment
Time mirrors our contortion
Though time continues without our consent,
We learn to love the joys and hate the bads
Our experiences reflect time's wishes,
And we hope beyond its restrictions.
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