Time Displace Ya

Monday,
June 27, 2011

1:19 PM

I’m tuned in to this
moment, waiting for hell to freeze over. What I want to tell you, is that you
can live forever in a single instant. I live ten years every time you count ten
seconds.  I perceive the eons  of the every-day, I could count the moments
on a calculator with a single Monday maxing hex memory hashing out past the
32nd bit.

The worst part is
conversation, hate it when I have to do the talking, having to make the same
sounds for hours as nary a single thought fails to express it self so elongated
along the elocution line.  LLLLLIIIIIKKKKKEEEEE      TTTTHHHIIIIISSSS…..

That’s why I don’t
believe in time, change seems fast but reality is slow, depending on your
salience flow.  Perspective doesn’t
participate in anything more than hungry observation.  Your experience of a situation relates upon
an organized framework whose temporal cues are constricted by the context of
your life-sum total.  If the weather
weren’t  merely a brush stroke, if
pressure weren’t the cause and also still the end result, the narrative would
yet exist in the tension of your tight rope, that’s your heart string the fates
sever with a knife stroke,  the measure
of the nearest hair-split trigger photo finish by a nose is enough data to
relate the cell-at-a-time construction of the myriad microbial growth.

Data ain’t fast
enough because the equation’s already been computed in the sense that
probabilities estimate a continuation
which is most consistent with our lack of comprehension.

The speed of
function is implied to be the physicality of the numbers crunching.  Constrained by the stain of friction  in our overly repercussive universe. You can
choose to infuse the dream of meaning with a bank account compounding interest
a la the pipe dream the turded computationalists call infinity. I’ll be caught
countably  deep into a “never ending
loop” that breaks free when the powers cut. 

So keep taking
pleasure as you sit and watch the ‘random’ pattern of pre-destination deal out
52 unique cards, are there enough permutes of combinations to entertain you
until you die? There are limits to experience.

The
inevitability  of what’s already
happened, haunts the empty space. But you can live forever in an instant.  Keep that second hand perched on the breeze
of eternity, while you note on that moment, the decrescendo volume of a watches
tick as the echo fades from it’s persistence.

You all are living
dog years compared to my life. Not that it do me much good. Just a different
kind of waiting I guess.