They say today is a new day but to me it looks just like yesterday.
It's all clean..and new. Marvel at the newness of it all, and the greatness of the newness, and the wonderability of change...Climb every mountain, turn every stone, kick every by-standing cow. Today is a new day..a day to live...a day where we can be great. Where the world can slow and wait for us, as we skip along playing childish games with Time. He is stuffy and easily insulted, and seems to be losing patience with our lack of respect...or is it I who has lost patience with a deity who cares little for those who play in his playground...and sweeps on so ferociously that we realise too late that Time has deserted us and we must leave.
posted by Random Inanity at Monday, February 20, 2006
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How do you figure I'm insulting you?! Do you put yourself on a level with Time. You aren't Time...he's always gone before I get there and he never hangs about..he believes's I mean to murder him..but I just want to seek him out. Then I'll merely wound him by stapling him to the floor, and then we can just float here, in peace for ever more.
Of course...then I'd be just paused. Static. Neither going forward nor backward. Just being. But if I could just be, and was happy with me, then I probably wouldn't need this blog, and the literary world would breathe a sigh of relief that such grandiloquence was never recorded. It should dance on the wind, a million ashbound pieces off to poison the world..far,far way from me. Not here where I can constantly see, the contradictions, the hypocrisy,...that's enough humility. Here I will write my manifesto and I will circulate it around the globe, and they will beg me to be their Queen. Ruler of the Universe, Goddess of the Globe,...there's a bout of megalomania currently going round the office. I'd say it's just a 24 hour thing. Tomorrow, I'll just be little old pig-tailed me again.
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