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Pink Floyd 'Time'

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

APC 'Thomas'

Humble and helplessand learning to pray
Praying for visions to show me the way

Show me the way to forgive you
Allow me to let it go
Allow me to be forgiven
Show me the way to let go

Show me the way to forgive you
Allow me to let it go
Allow me to be forgiven
And show me the way to let go

Illuminate me
Illuminate me
Illuminate me

I'm just praying for you to show me where to begin
Hoping to, hoping to reconnect to you.

That's my best R2-D2 impression. A last letter to the girl I'm in love with, but can't be with. See: "You're Beautiful by James Blunt". Names have been removed to protect the (not so) innocent. Dear xxxx, I didn’t forget your birthday. I made this card for you over a month ago, but I didn’t want to give it to you on your birthday week. I thought about bringing it to you in person, but I didn’t want anyone to see me walking back to your office and making this more awkward for you. Hopefully you read the card. A half year ago today was the last time I saw you. Even after all this time, I’m still in love with you. That’s what the card is meant to say, but nothing more. Not even time, or everything that’s happened since, has made me feel any different about you. A lot has happened to me and changed me in the last six months, but I still love you. I don’t want to be, I wish I wasn’t, I’ve tried every last thing I could think of to not feel that way. But I’ll always be in love with you. I wanted to tell you that for the last time. The reason I blocked your email wasn’t because I was angry with you, because I’m not. I don’t hate you. You probably don’t remember, but last summer I told you that every time I heard your voice or read one of your emails, I fell in love with you all over again. And as long as you’re in my life I’ll always want more than what you can give me. That’s not healthy for either of us. That’s why I can’t email you. I wish I could have said goodbye to you in person. You mean more to me than a letter or a card or en email or a phone call to say it. I’ll always keep the good memories of being with you, and your smile, and your bright eyes, and your laugh, and how you couldn’t beat me at Connect 4. These feelings will be pushed deep down inside of me, but I’ll never forget you. You really are the most incredible, most special person I’ve ever met in my life. I love you. Take care of yourself and (her daughter), she’s a wonderful little girl, and I’ll miss her too. Just be HAPPY. Goodbye, xxxx. -Ron

I'm sitting here listening to music, and I hear some neighbors screaming bloody murder. I believe they are killing each other. And I think to myself: "damn I love Dibs". I have some in my freezer downstairs. I'm also out of Coke.