Time

It is always about the time; it is then multiplied buy how much or how many of what and where. We, within ourselves, and plot us against the world, with time being the only constant axis. In the end I get the summary of it all, how much and how well I fucked up, with beautiful charts and stuff...

Hilarious, like we are running to catch the sun. Everybody seems like they are looking for everything and nobody can't find anything. Capitalism, communism, consumerism; call it what you want. All leads to the same god, the God of Things, things I own and I owe. My cure and my curse, my plastic ego with the chip inside it. The bastard children of hipocracy and bureaucracy, they chase me with the un-lubricated dick of time. Me and the other me are always racing against each other, like one is going to win. Funny how this stuff works!!