Jimmy Flagrant pulled all the stops and went head first into the spaceTime hewing vortex. He was split into a million million Jimmy Flagrants in a condensation of the soul and trolled the multiverse in a million million stories.
Did you know that Albert Einstein secretly built a time machine so that he could travel to our future and secretly study physics in my physics class? I felt shame when I found out, because I had graded him an F.
He couldn’t get over the feeling of deja vu as he activated the time machine. He couldn’t get over the feeling of deja vu as he activated the time machine.
An independent study about the shortness and futility of clocks
Today, she might just drink a cup of coffee, smile at the corner shop flower girl, visit the museum of Extatic Arts and dance around the telephone pole for fun. Tomorrow, she will have enough time to worry about time and her future-if there will be one.
I swear it is the last time.
Don’t fret, my little ochre space-dog.
Life Is Not Enough
Before I met you, I always wanted to see the years beyond our lives, yet since you’ve come into view I know we must go forward, never ceasing, together.
One life is not enough, but I wonder if I’ll still be asking for another two thousand years in two thousand years from today.
In my spare time I made paper.
In my other time I made the sun.
They say you can’t turn back the clock.
Daylight savings, hello?
To measure time is to measure one of mans’ greatest devices. Should you destroy this device, then you are left with complete harmony.
I rang a share house once to see if the room was still available.
Three years later when I met the girl who would become my wife she turned out to be the girl who said “sorry it got taken over the weekend”.
Until the end of time I’ll look after you.
My time diamond space dog.
Find the inspiration and the hope and the joy and the application and combine them all together.
Hope to find somewhere to sell the result before you find the sloth and the greed and the bottle and the endless wasted days.
Time Marches On
When she first visited Athens, she was surprised—not by the ruins, they were exactly as she had expected them to be, but by the rest of it. For all the quaint charm of the dusty agora and its tumbled columns with flowers growing up in between the cracks and butterflies hovering poetically over them, a ten minutes’ walk in any direction, and you might think for a moment you were on a dingy street in Philadelphia or Detroit.
June and I married for money. Ten years later all that was left was being married.