It hit home hard, today that Time is such a determinent in the way God lays out his plans. Probably because i see it Right in front of me. Just like how you see the last train. A person sticks the head from the train window, and theres really nothing you can do but smile-and-wave like the three anal penguins in that magadascar movie. Its not half as funny as that. It doesnt feel good. Maybe you could smile, for good measure. How warped it is really.


As Time closes up, gaining some sort of mood control is something to deal with. All those laughing moments are like sparks of sporodica that comes whizzing, as fast as they come, they leave just as fast. Gee, i really shouldnt talk anymore. This is bad. Right now, i am trying to gain understanding of this word, contentment. And why is it missing, and heck, can i chase after That last train?