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light fuse,
run away.
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12:12 AM, Somewhere... A Clock Is Ticking...
Thursday, December 11, 2008
The lightbulb in my room is supposed to last 5 years. That's a long time isn't it? Nope. Not when you realise that you'll probably only be changing it another 10 more times before you're dead. That's not a very long time... And when you waste or spend, I leave it up to you, 20 years of your life in the paper chase and another 2 in the military... You don't have a lot of it left. Then you get a job, then a career. Then how many years left? Not very many... What's a career when you don't have friends? What's a being able to square route a triangle when a gun is pointed at your head? Not very much. So don't waste what time you have sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth! Go out. Go Skate. Play guitar. Play bass. Read a book. Paint a picture. Throw a party. The clock is ticking! Now when I realise this there is a lot I want to do. I probably won't get a chance to do all of this but I can try.
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