Time for a little dippity-dip road trip to Cobourg. I'm not
looking forward to it considering the amount of snow
coming down everywhere but it's something that must
be done. It's like paying a bill - you feel a slight pinch in
your side (like the insertion of a flu shot needle) but
after a while, you notice it less and less. Your pain
receptors in that specific area of skin begin to die.
Pretty soon, we're all big lumps of dead skin cells.
Time hatches eggs of loneliness and vain conceit.
We hope the rubber on our tires lasts longer.
Each revolution brings wear, tear and scare.
The speedometer rages back and forth.
The sun hides away for a day plus 1.
We're all going to go away someday.
