years go by in the blink of an eye.

i got a new pony today from the fifties. she has beautiful definition.

when you stand on and contemplate the rings of a stump you can time travel.

i travel to a time without cars

before i was born.

so you believe in predetermination,

so you are a time lord.

like that time that just past, the flutterby effect.

it's in the trees, and it's released, it's in the air, it's in the breath of the war on the trees.

you go back, jack, do it again.