Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

A Terrible Poem About Time

Time is a rapist
Doing it just to you
Time is a sadist
Doing it just to you

Time is a one-trick pony
Not so fast in the stretch
She’ll throw you in the corners
Time is a one-trick pony
You only need one trick if it’s a good one

6 Comments

  1. “Time, time, it’s so sublime
    Well they say it’s nonexistent but it’s playing with my mind.”

    One heavy trip, thirty years ago, and my sense of time was all but eradicated. Haven’t been able to wear a watch since then. Now it’s just a system of measurement, but not sensed or perceived the way I did before Albert Hoffmans’ problem child lifted the burden off of me. The Buddhist concept of emptiness and impermanence make sense to me, but time doesn’t. Consequently, I don’t feel any suffering from it.

  2. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    November 27, 2016 at 4:18 pm

    Ti-iiiii-i-ime is on my side, yes it is,
    Time, time, time, is on my side, yes it is.

  3. This guy was at JRAD.

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