time.

All at once, time is stagnant in this endless waiting, while never enough because I'm just in such a rush to ...well, to put bluntly, get the fuck out of here and live....

I scrape against it, trying to claw it back. Buying what afford, even though by now I've reached a point of spending more than what i have and just plotting how to win some if it back. But fucking time keeps slithering forward, gliding through like a watersnake in a rushing river. Time is my currency, in this global economic defecit that we're all currently contending with, while everyone is having their own battle with the currency of money fucking dollars and euros and pounds and yen and whatever else the fuck. I'm getting angry again. Cap this poison. Snip it. Solder it.