A Lament For The Perpetually Punctual

For anyone who has ever wanted to clock someone.

For the on-time ones, the show up ones, the already there ones. Those who keep no one waiting, let no one down. We are the rocks, the sturdy trees blooming in regular course among a field of oddly flowering willows who can’t get their shit together. We are simply too trusting. They said seven. They did not mean seven.

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