Flesh and bone, Flint and Steel
What is a man but a lump of flesh. All I have to offer is blood, sweat, and tears. Well according to Mr. Church hill. They say that time heals all wounds, but it's time that has taken my tomorrows and turned them into yesterdays. I have my new resolve, I know what I am going to do with the next few years of my life. I know where I want to go and what I want to do, but wheels set in motion take time to turn. I have started things that I must finish. I have gone places that I mustn't leave right now, and never in my heart. I have meet people that still need me and I still need someone. Tomorrow seems to still be a day away, but at least now I know what I will be doing when that accursed sun finally shows it flamboyant head.
posted by Judge of the Whetten's at 5:44 AM
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So....what are you going to do with the next few years of your life? And...when do the next few years begin?
Sounds to me like a typical chronosynclastic-infundibulum (if you don't know what that means then look it up) May you find the truth and the time that works best for you.
A cryptic shadow knows nothing more than only revealing himself to those that care to join him in the shade.
Life is funny like that. but hey isnt it fun when you have something to strive for. I like this whole education but i think i need to find something else aswell.
Well the next few years really start today. I have to plan for tomorrow by doing what I can today. And what I'm doing well that's for more of a vocall conversation, not one of text built with 1's and 0's. I don't belive I need any help, but I may be mistaken. So I will let you know if anything changes.
Whether you want help or not you're gonna get it from me. Sorry darlin'. Oh well, at least the journey won't be lonely.
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