the_constant_motion_of_time sixteen There is a yellow stain splayed across pages, aging with shame. There is a clock that ticks incessantly through the dead still of every night, there is a dripping faucet that torments dreamers with a deafening regularity to its timing. For every second there is a moment standing still indefinitely capturing a memory. Every unbearable silence stands recorded, hanging in the air somewhere. every drum of the fingers every tap of the foot every impatient sigh trapped as time flies by. 030707 ... birdmad like rivers thrugh sandstone, wearing me down 030707 ... screwing for virginity is time really moving, or is time just there and we move through it, or is it just a mute point? 030708 ... ferret very good question, time is an enigma, it could exist, but it doesn't really matter does it? it doesn't matter because at some point you will realize that life is nothing but a circle and a cirlce has no true purpose. so the purpose of life is to have no purpose? think about teachers, they go through school as kids and say "hmm, i want to edjucate kids when i grow up" so they use all that they know to edjucate the kids that go to their school and then some of them grow up to be teachers, think about it, the circle. teachers teach children and the children teach the children that they teach and so on and so on. at some point you begin to question what are we all working towards? right now the only thing that makes sense is, we all get super big weapons and blow each other back to the dark ages, it becomes a new circle, the world changes. perhaps instead of science this time we will interst ourselves in magic... 030708 ... jane read slaughterhouse_five we live in the past, the present, and the future slaughterhouse_5 030708 ... jane neither? wow. 030708 what's it to you? who go blather from