Time is fucking crushed, to thunderous applause of floating eyes in multitudes, peering indiscreetly at the trailing nerves of the others. It's all too much bother. Gratuitous swearing for the benefit of the youth audience, dig? Put your cat clothes on, because tonight is really going to be the night.

Revolting, really revolting. Can't be helped, things are only really broken when there's no fixing them, that is, when they have become something else, within the kingdom of ends- time for a new regime, regimen, regiment.