Time
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Time is very hard to define or explain, suffice to say its quite complicated and not easily understood. At least that is what the Godless sodomites would have you believe.
Time is the third dimension. Liberals would have you believe that depth is the third dimension, after length and width. But they would be oh-so wrong. Time has taken its proper place as the third dimension, through a series of insurgent tactics, pushing "depth" into it's rightful spot as the 4th dimension. The liberals hatred of depth comes from their love of Facts. Well, here's a fact: if time did not come before depth, in the dimension ranking ranking system, we would all be infants who were perpetually wide. And wouldn't Osama love that. A bunch of babies rolling around, enjoying their collective wideness, while he used his advantage of "time" to unleash a frenzy of bear-like attacks on a nation of chubby toddlers. Thanks, but no thanks, Liberals. Time 3rd. Depth 4th.
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[edit] Facts
Time will continue on, relentlessy, until One of 3 things happens:
- The sun burns out due to non-believers lack of faith in the pre-Copernican view of geocentricity.
- Baby Jesus returns and smites all who insurge against him.
- The terrorists win.
[edit] Tortuous Time Poetry
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
[edit] Hootie
Time, why you punish me?
Like a wave bashing into the shore
You wash away my dreams.
Time, why you walk away?
Like a friend with somewhere to go
You left me crying
Can you teach me about tommorrow
And all the pain and sorrow
Running free?
Cause tomorrow's just another day
And I don't believe in time
Time, I don't understand
Children killing in the street
Dying for the color of red
Time, hey there red and blue
Wash them in the ocean, make them clean,
Maybe their mothers won't cry tonight
Can you teach me about tomorrow All the pain and sorrow
Running free?
But tomorrow's just another day
And I don't believe in...
[chorus:] Time is wasting Time is walking
You ain't no friend of mine
I don't know where i'm goin'
I think I'm out of my mind
Thinking about time
And if I die tomorrow, yeah
Just lay me down in sleep
[chorus] Time, you left me standing there Like a tree growing all alone
The wind just stripped me bare, stripped me bare
Time, the past has come and gone The future's far away
Now only lasts for one second, one second
Can you teach me about tomorrow
And all the pain and sorrow
Running free?
'Cause tomorrow's just another day
And I don't believe in time
[chorus] Time, why you punish me?
[edit] See Also
- for the current time, ask Warren Beatty
- Time Magazine
- Morris Day and the Time
