DON'T MIND ME, I'M JUST HANGING OUT HERE: EXCUSE ME, WHAT TIME IS IT?

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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

EXCUSE ME, WHAT TIME IS IT?

Once upon a time is my past. I don’t like to disturb it without knowing exactly where I am going. One’s past can be a sleeping monster? Then there’s that cool futuristic time. It is all supposition, design it as you will. Don’t expect time design to come to fruition. This time is the toy of imagination. Present time, what is it? I claim it as now! It is gone forever; another Millisecond and you have no present. It flies by at the rate of the greatest mathematical breakdown. Time Frame is yet... Sign in to see full entry.

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