Ouch, ouch, ouch! It hurts so much to look at this thing all day. I live inside the screen, I love it! Oh, but it burns, it burns, it burns like hell! You never know what I’m saying.
I wake up early just to watch the time fly by. I have no agency, I’m just passing through. One thing you have to realize is that you’re a guest in Father Time’s home and you can’t worry too much about how much of his precious time he’s giving you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You look outside and you see people rushing and people multitasking, and you probably haven’t looked up because you’re doing the same thing. “Them” are taking our time away, trying to speed it up or slow it down for you as if they’re god, thinking they got the capital G and everything. If we’re always doing something with our time, is doing nothing a revolt?
There’s nothing worse than when someone asks what you did today. The answer always seems to disappoint. Most of us have the same answer every time, but most of us want some gossip, the word, what’s new. We don’t have time for what’s new, the last ten old things still work just as well and we don’t got the time or money to catch up. No, sir, no tengo dinero. Una estampida de las personas de Nueva York caminan sobre mi cabeza. I still love you though, you just have somewhere to be.
The best days are when the only time you gotta worry about is the time the next train comes. It’s an even better day if you can handle a delay.
The best words are the ones you say without thinking.