polished klairchen were my words. held close and perfectly crafted. they were to be revealed, at the perfect time. but now you have smashed all the clocks. I am so lost without those words now. 070117 ... god the tyranny of the clock drifts apart as the universe expands and the solar aystem drifts apart. 070119 ... god the tyranny of the clock drifts apart as the universe expands and the solar system drifts apart. 070119 ... unhinged tarnished 070119 what's it to you? who go blather from