posted on Jan, 8 2012 @ 10:34 AM
There once was a bloke, in the middle of a joke, with a big time finger, and a ringer of a joke. He looked down right he looked down left, no one
would question the occasional theft. So he picked up time, and put in his hat. Knowing specifically that this is that. Waiting to return he entered
the worm, placing his thoughts and holding them firm. Towards the spiral thoughts kept concluding, I just hope you know what your doing..... So back
in time he hopped the flight, never really knowing the time of night. Didn't really matter, didn't really care, he had father time pick up the fare.
Magically his journey kept on going, searching and looking but never knowing. Only thing was, he could never escape, the coma wasn't induced, it was