Filfla

Wait a minute, she said.I'm trying to cope with the apocalypse which I dreamed up last night by mistake, Not to mention an idle past And a possibly bleak future.Wait a minute, she said.
One hour at a time is never right. Sometimes too slow, Sometimes too fast the way speed limits are like empty shopping malls.
By which I think she meant The clocks will be the first against the wall when the revolution comes.
Next will come the calendars. Let's mark every day on the cell wall Carve it out with our fingernails make it mean something less papery.
Take those heartbeats &n
SPREAD THE WORD!
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