It’s a little humorous visual mash up of certain beliefs, concerning an infinitesimal speck of dirt, called earth, in the vast, ever expanding cosmos.
I know I’m old and clueless, but damn. Now I see Mars, a waterline (Like on a ship) a caveman skeleton, next to a hot chick to the left of an elephant, standing on a tortoise.
Oh wait! Upon further inspection, it looks like cave man, chick and elephant are either A., holding hands, or B., getting kinky with their genitals. Or am I just an old provert?
I had no idea how close I was/am! Awesome. Not to make light of the symbology, but if the earth were flat, cat’s would have knocked every thing off the planet by now. Osama didn’t knock the towers off of New York. Our Main Coon, did!
Looks more like a giant space lasers gonna splash down.
That’s how I am now. An injury.
Bah! It’ll look like one big Chad.
My good friend Little Johnny was in school one day, learning how to add. His teacher asked him to add 5 + 5. He held out his hands and starts to count using his fingers. She said, “No Johnny, don’t use your fingers. Put your hands behind your back.”
He does, and starts counting. 1, 2, 3, 4… Teacher again tells him not to count on his fingers. She tells him to put his hands in his pockets. He does.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11.
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I cannot believe that.
Time/Breathe Reprise
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for soemone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to nought or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.
Sorry, thats not a memes, dont know what made me think of Pink Floyd…
Oh, come now… My oldest boy is boycotting shampoo because he’s bald.