Monday, Dec. 27, 2004
12:01 a.m.
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Minutes, hours, days tick by, and it's such a disgusting phrase. Time ticking by. Time flying by. Time standing still. Time doing anything, really, because it's all been said before. Mirrors shattering into a thousand pieces, hearts breaking, blood spilling onto the floor, time standing still.
Our lives are endless strings of clich�s; artfully arranged so as to make us forget that they are, indeed, clich�s.