Tag: metal

Why do we do the things we do?
I think about time because I don’t understand it.
You really might do this for me?
They could do some line-dancing and other things together. It would be fun!
My guess is, it was a bit of magic.
The clock ticks inexorably.
Don’t quit now, he tells himself.
This all makes sense! An alien! Way better than a fairy.
If one of us fails, we all fail together.
It all looks good on paper to the powers that be.
He doesn’t want her to think he’s hallucinating.
Yes, he’s a widower, but that doesn’t mean he’s available.
Know thine enemy, all the best authorities advised.
Just hang on a little longer.
There is no hierarchy here. There never is in art. There is just expression.
That didn’t feel like the whole truth.
It rattled me rather, I must confess.
You haven’t got a moment to waste.
OK, OK. I get it. I won’t worry.
I am an axe. Hit things with me.
Don’t try to get under my skin, OK?
It’s only you and me now.
What are tears if not drops of sea water?
Neither says a word; they are no longer friends.
The world demands boldness or else nothing ever gets done.
The clocks in this house all tell different times.
And that’s what we’re doing, we’re travelling to the future.
So there you go, that’s what it was for.
You want to look to the future.
Still, the world has always puzzled him.
No running away.
Fate singled him out, it was as simple as that.