Block Time

Ernest Hemingway wrote seven hours each and every day. I’ll set my timer and see how long I write…any time now…somethin’ will come to me… heh, 6 hours and 57 minutes left… plenty of time…

It’s time, just two words said in such a way that motivates you to get up out of your chair and voluntarily walk toward an inevitable headache. Is it that time again? Funny how time and Déjà vu have this thing for each other. Take your time, take your time if you say everything twice I think you’ll take up everyone else’s time.

Time was…a thing of the past. Or present or future, take your pick you’ve got the Time, Jerome. It’s time to go to bed sleepy head. The guy says its time to get a padded headboard. Never mind, it was before your time, but it has withstood the test of time. Takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’, wait a minute that’s Timex, never mind.

Maybe it’s in the land that time forgot. Maybe it’s just inside the Cracker-Jack box along with the rest of the nuts. I had a grand time, no really I did. bub-bye now. I don’t have the time for this. Time keeps tickin’, tickin’, tickin’ into the future. More watch commercials. Is that real time or internet download time. Kind of like fourth quarter football minutes. Real time, in the moment, being at one with whatever you’re trying to master. Be the ball, or the doorknob, whatever.

Time to take a hike, time to take a powder, time to take a wife but not necessarily in that order. What time is it?Jerome. Does everybody know what time it is? Its Howdy Doodey time, its Howdy Doodey time, no it isn’t. Its time for Bozo’s Grand Prize Game. Its time for the bonus round. Its time for …ANOTHER BEER!

I gotta take some time for myself. Its checkout time, its time to checkout, what’s the difference, a day late and a dollar short. I wish I was a union man because time is money. I shoulda made time I guess then she wouldn’t have left me…woohoo!

Time heals all wounds, but there’s still nothing like a little Mercurochrome and a sadistic nurse. “does this hurt?” YES DAMN IT! “my look how deep this is.” HEY IT DOESN’T NORMALLY BEND THAT WAY! “you’re not bleeding that badly.” DEFINE BADLY.

And so it goes, time that is. How much time is left? Do I really need to know? Not in my lifetime. Just rack me up with all the other old timers. They did their time. He did his time workin’ on a chain gang goin’ down town town…makin’ little rocks outta bigguns.

Let’s make up for lost time. Now there’s trouble just waitin’ to happen. Time’s a wastin’. You can tell by the smell. The time was right, it was perfect timing, it was a once in a lifetime thing. So there you go. Only time will tell along with every other gossip in town pal.

Once upon a time…. oh no here we go again. How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t know, how many times are there? Its time we had a little talk, its time to open the presents, its time to retire to the study and sniff brandy and if there isn’t an old burlesque joke in there somewhere I’ll have to figure it out another time.

Time marches on heartless bastard that it is. The ravages of time. Poor little rich girl, poor little rich plastic surgeon. Be on time or be late. Don’t do the crime if ya can’t do the time, right on Barretta! Lets set a time and allow enough time to time ourselves. <THIS TRANSMISSION HAS TIMED OUT>