

Slipping into the FutureToday is the fifth of November, 2007. Yesterday was the third of November, 2007. Ive lost a day. This isnt the first time this has happened. I am moving forward through time. I dont know how, I dont know why, but I am losing time. It has gotten worse. I started by losing minutes, then hours, and now days. It wont be long before Im start losing weeks, months, or even years. I am getting ahead of myself. This story starts two years ago.Slipping into the Future
It was my first semes


The Meaning of LifeLife truly has a meaning I did find out what it is After a long discussion of fashion And celebrity gossip, Before we talked of bunnies And cherry blossoms The answer to all of life’s mystery Seemed so simple I know you all wish to knowThe Meaning of Life
This fact I was told…
If only I could remember…


I Know“Who am I?”I Know
“Oh, you know who you are.”
“Why though, why?”
“Because.”
“That is not an answer.”
"You know no one really knows why.”
“I know. I just wish I was more.”
“You are more.”
“Thanks. Except no one else knows it.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, you were there, every time. I am one word. I can be boiled down into a single noun.”
“Boiled down, an entire life, an existence, a personality, a person, into a single word.”
“Every action, each step, judged.”  


For the Love of DeathDay by day, Night by night, The sun goes down, And the world descends into fright.For the Love of Death
The land, it becomes, A mystery.
No one can see, Except for me.
I come upon night’s touch, I pass the buildings and I sing. The darkness of truth, Is what I bring.
The howls of the night, I am their master. The ghouls and ghosts, In my presence they move faster.
Lonely I do feel, My minions are no help. I must search ‘till the sun rise, Its beams do make me yelp.
I search out for one, To tak
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I live like there's no tomorrow, which is to say I only plan for the "today."
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TODD:
Haven't you got poet, or something like that?
LOVETT:
No, y'see, the trouble with poet is
'Ow do you know it's deceased?
Try the priest!
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I've got this feeling that there's something that i've missed...
=Apophysis
The time will come for me to meet my maker, and repay him in kind, for all he has done.
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