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Nonsense

Time flies away so fast. I mean, just so literally effing fast! I have always of the opinion that time would have its own definite speed of travel, so to say. Of course, the very statement - speed of time is itself a paradox! In any case in case you are unable to fathom what gibberish I am talking about - fear not. That is exactly my intention. To write a couple of paragraphs without a specific intention.

Of course, this has no sense inherent in it as well. Oh, see the English!
Intellectuals may have certain new terms to explain this phenomenon. Some call it post modern writing. To the lay man, this is non sense - naturally. And that's exactly what I feel too. In times when idiocy and beheadings are becoming common, such nonsensical writing is disgusting, wasteful yet - harmless! So think about it. Take just 5 minutes out of your special life, pause for 300 seconds. Take a couple of selfies less a day, post a post less on Facebook, browse a tag for a short while on Twitter and think. The time that you lost, is never going to come back again. It's gone - for ever. Like your dead grandpa. Yeah - that's what it is. So get your sorry arses up and do something. Do something crazy, do something you care about, even if it makes no sense. Do something. Before life takes what little time you left away from you.

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