Life Enterprises

Time doesn't jog steadily, side-by-side with marathon partners, losing oxygen in the respiratory system as it moves. It has the design of a diamond. Lungs and body unbreakable, but also a heart untamable. Firing sharp projectiles of aching and withering experience, it hits the two most sensitive areas: the chest and the head. Chained around their neck, clockwork that clock's worth. As we write with lead, as we get ahead, it has already ticked that second, passing the blessing of those present tenses gifts until we have hoarded them and must go to death's shop and pay the debt soon-to-be locked to the front clerk with the name tag, "My pleasure to serve you! My name is God!" Our breaths pace with every present graced given back to the King of This Place, time looming over, bracing us organisms for the so-called "great" ending of living. We slow down the selling process on the last few prospers and start to realize that this is inevitable, not avoidable, and take our final rhythm of carbon dioxide, Manager God and Diamond Time simultaneously design the statement, "Thank you for doing business...with Life Enterprises."