Time Is Irrelevent When
Your Watch Has No Hands

It's 3 am in New York and You're sitting in a
standardized kitchen somewhere in some God-forsaken
middle-American state drinking stale coffee and
wondering when those fuckin' dogs outside will cease
their pseudo-intellectual barking. Your wife hasn't
come home from yoga class yet and the thought
crosses your mind that maybe she's out with the
milkman only you realize there's no such thing as
the milkman anymore and what decade are we in
anyway? Then you remeber that you ARE the
milkman and this IS your nonexistance
so you take one more sip from your stale coffee
in your standardized kitchen and the dogs outside
keep barking.

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