Tick Tock

I've always wished that I could control time. The idea of understanding and manipulating the flow of time is a mental ecstasy. It has always been one of my fondest fantasies since my childhood. A childhood of rarely speaking had left me dreaming - I still am dreaming. I often sit and ponder what that would be like, having no concept of chronological progression. I would wear a white robe and have white shoes. My hair, long, limp and snow-white. Bearing a long silver clock hand, I'd traverse the wispy wakes of the fourth dimension and seek the knowledge of ages, always cautious not to disrupt what was and what could be.

Immersed in this life of ticking clocks and swaying pendulums, I'd be called Chronas, The Snowy Wizard of Ages: Serving under Grandfather Clock. My understanding of history would stretch beyond the bounds of libraries and antiquarians. Helping those in need, I'd be a master of information, relaying the perfect secrets and tearing them from the minds of the undeserving. Of course, I would be merciful to an extent; my green florescent eyes, with their piercing and unerring gaze, would dominate my victims, petrifying their legs and locking their face to mine.

I can dream....

Howling at the moon won't make it better

Thoughts from a mouth:

• They could play better things on the radio.
• I thought this coat was faux suede... but it isn't.
• I find sad people incredibly attractive.
  
• I wish I didn't.
  
• I really love the way old clock hands look.
• If you are adolescent, and live in the U.S., you do not speak English properly... to any extent. I will actually put power behind this generalization.
  
• Time is NOT a palpable substance or construct, yet it kills you indefinitely.
• Biologists make good poets.
• Pantyhose make good coffee filters.
  
• I make good.
• Múm tells me "Summer make good."
  
• The Crimea told me that "howling at the moon wont make it better."
• Rufus told me that he's "so tired of America."