The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Timer

Can you hear that tick?

It isn't your heart.

That is your timer.

When it stops,

You're done.


I want what I want because I've been designed to do so.

And I hate it.

I have/shall/am rebelling against the very essence of self that constructs everything that makes up what I am.

Or is my purpose to defy the impulses I have?

If so, the only way to defy that is to not defy it.

Any other number divided by infinity is so small that it is essentially nothing. So I'm going to either live forever or die immediately.

What can I do then? Is there anything that I can do?

I'm so tired.





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