I love it when the clocks go forward
because I'm an hour closer to oblivion.
I love it also when the clocks go back
because I get an extra hour of sleep,
which is a fake oblivion,
not so mercifully final, not so terminally deep.
Dingo the Dissident
THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.
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