What time is it here. One might never ask.

There is not a lot to say in this blog. Is it good to say nothing when you have nothing good to say? Good thing I don’t have nothing to say. I have a lot to say just not here and now. Now it is deceivingly late.

What is late? One might ask? Late cannot be easily explained with out a reference point. Time is created by individuals as much as it is enforced upon them. I would say anyway.

Here is a Question?

What is longer ‘Never’ or ‘Forever’ ?

Here is another Question?

Why would I care to know?

Here is the last Westion?

What is the best kind of time? Vanilla? Chocolate? French Vanilla? Oreo? Other?


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