Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Pieces of a Warrior Dog's Sunday


Well its that time again, the time where mini humans dress up and beg for candy...A time when the leaves fall and the pine needles drop, a time for old things to die and new things to wait for spring, a time for things to be atop other things and sweets to be shoveled into the awaiting and anxious mouths of anxious children, a time for the tree house of horrors to be pushed back even further because of the obsession with a tapered stick and leather clad ball, time for time to jump back and reflect upon itself for another hour...a time when all things get just slightly colder, a time when the blankets are just too warm, time keeps on spinning round in circles again a time when things drag just a bit long and the tea grows cold and nothing quite seems to fill that void a time when things go away and may not come back another day...a time when time was just in time...its all falling away into time again...

At 2:09 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

So I guess the thing that most bothers me about this whole mess is the intrinsic link between time and that dynamic mess we call, well, speed. Suppose momentarily you were to take a lot of speed and then run really fast around your living room in endless little circles just keeping yourself from on the verge coronary failure, you would essentially be lengthening your life as your personal, physical, and metaphysical, continuum of time would slow because of your increased speed on speed. So the only thing I could deduce from this all is that your telling me to go out, pop pills, drink booze, and sleep with underage girls who's body's are overly developed due to an excess of growth hormones in the meat they eat.

I guess I can handle that.

 
At 8:43 PM, Blogger honeykbee said...

At this rate, by the year 2010,tree house of horrors is going to be pushed back to mid-july.

 
At 3:11 PM, Blogger Beakerz said...

you took me off your side clickies?

you no like me no more? sniffle sniffle

 

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