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A Real-Time Time Machine, Another Stolen Title

sitting thinking watching what goes on and on every day but at such a rate of speed time exceeding light might this be how time travel feels from my bench speedily future time lapse seems to be feeding pigeons rapidly so dastardly so to be throwing seeds at machine gun speeds as if to kill but will reverse the clock slower until turning over time until going backwards with words now in past tense tension making me think who i was so as if in Dickens to see my beginnings begin again watching myelf watching television of a given year '77 a Czechoslovakian movie remembered "Tomorrow I Will Wake and Scaled Myself With Tea" though really it's coffee but time travel is so exhausting forgetting forgotten some simple memories that flash before me still presently sitting on a park bench in real-time

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