When there's no more room in hell.

Hey there,
Time, time, time. That's all the ever is, doesn't it seem? Everything exists and lives and dies and waters the plants according to time. Although, throughout the ages many of the greatest minds of the times have weighed in, the artificial construct. I thought that seeing as how I heard Dr. Phil speak of it today in the Metro, that now might be a good time to set the record straight. At least for, because after all, this is my post. (ed note.- the sole owner of this blog and all intellectual property is Microsoft)
Time, as near as I can tell, is to large degree intricately woven into the fabric of life. However, this does not meant hat it current manifestation is thus inherently correct. I mean, time, like all other necessary dimensia can be perverted and to some some degree perhaps it has. The allegory here would be sexual perversion I think. Humanity ( as well as dolphins I'm told, but usually conjecture emanating from locker rooms is pretty unsubstantiated) enjoy the physical act of Coates. There is something I guess to be said for that alone. But more to the point, sex, or more accurately reciprocity is absolutely implicit in our survival on this harsh ball of gas. Interestingly enough though, because it is something that we enjoy it has been morphed, perverted, and had leather strapped to, to meet the needs of an ever more demanding society.
Andrew, you might say, are you trying to say that time, the very fabric of everything that we hold dear, the reason why I'm able to keep track of Oprah's birthday, is on the same playing field with something as carnal as sex? Why yes I am, and that's a very astute question reader. I guess what I'm trying to say is that time, as we know it, is a subjective a thing, as something that is "inherent," in a "reality," can possibly be. Even if the nature of the universe is, just for iota, debatable in any sense, then how can one deny that something in it might be bendable?
AHA! You might say. What IM driving at is that I believe time to have fallen the way of foot fetishes and nuke the whale posters. It keeps itself vital because it is an outgrowth of us, and therefore is malleable.
What then? Yes, we might know that time as a construct, might be tweakable, what the hell does that matter. I guess not much, would be my response. The only thing that I like about it as it empowers me, or as it might apply you to, it empowers the individual. It defeats, the mighty giant, it allows you to become the master of your domain once more. It's time the works for you, not you for it baby.
Overall, my day has been somewhat of a recuperation one. Its my supposition that there are no more unique days than when your dealing with one of the rather obtrusive alarms of a five alarm hangover. It whittles you down until you are basically just a shell of yourself, or a tiny ship in some cases. But either way, I've never been in a mode looking for the path of least resistance as much as on these days. So reader, sharp on a sweater on a cold day, avoid hangovers, try and break a clock, then, as always, hustle. Be real. Yours truly.