how tempting and near irresistible tuff hind me gaze drawn to the digital clock chronograph constantly staring me back from any electronic gizmo permanent at dock side of the moon, where try as I might
to wrench letting thine myopic eyes alight and flock affixed to time piece glaring at this mwm adamant to become reminded of the passage ad hoc of hours and minutes, essentially a contrived modus operandi integrated forsaking those nada **** within western civilization countless
hundreds years ago prescient insightful outliers, did lock up present, whence practitioners of infant science, handy dandy blues clues tinkerers ironed out nock with an arrow poised to strike bullseye as precision
got perfected vis a vis dis cover for prefects pock who devised a system to partition planetary revolution of earth around the tilted axis; affected, devised, perfected refined,contrivances to allocate equitable quotidian blocks as dawn to dusk requisitioned some paradigm to systematize how to know where to rendezvous
into forced system necessitating imposition on body electric when advent of industrialization mandated a work force to be jostled awake by town hall clangorous chimes revving generic speedy Gonzalez to high tail their derriere at manufacturer lest bread winner replaced by another eager desperado to escape becoming DIRT POOR,
but pocket just enough legal tender to survive a hardscrabble existence incessant inquiry per the most asked question (*** hide from how big iz your ****) turns upon the matter where space/time continuum hums along with a silent tick tock as if stone deaf, yet impossible to avoid the imprimatur where air tight schedules disallow any wiggle room
inducing this *** spire ring Telly Tubby β Tinky-Winky wannabe) accidentally bumping into Boobas, and while at a standstill drops the urgent question "What time is it?", without pausing to reflect what thee is and/or it iz comprende?