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.