there is none but the dust of time.. all your sweat toil and selfless work is taken by time itself, which is the measure of life incarnate.. Mortality sucks... so it seems,
when is the moment of life and emergence into the unkind truth, ironically it is the day you die and it all gets reset... then you can truly relax and have a nice cup of Tea...
''I thought I had more time" is the dying cry... the first thing that happens when your body ceases, is, you dont even remember you existed... eventually no does anybody else...
so depressing... you might as well have drink... thank you I just did... Cheers '~' here's a toast to absolute Oblivion...
Hippy Happy Crackmas you SOAB...
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