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Friday, December 31, 2004
And it's all gone by. . .and here comes time to take it all! Time wins! He's the champion! The ruler! The rex! The king! It's his monarchy, and our deathbed held. . .
The years pass so fast yet so painfully slow. Our time upon this place is slowly being sapped away by the roots of time. We're fruits ripening on the tree ready to be picked. A year's passing is rather uneventuful to me. Things are still the same. It still keeps shuttling on, to whatever and wherever it goes. This life is painful suffering, but there is something beautifuly numbing lying in the pain. Pain is so palpable, it is in almost everything. Can you hear it all moan? This year will pass over, and another one lean in, and years and years hence shall pass and pass long after we're all laid to rest or burned to the ashes of nothing. Eventually there will be no more years. Just time, the winner of it all.
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