“I have a 12:34 representational time dance. I do it at 3:33 every other Tuesday (twice a day). If you’d like to participate in my choreographed dance routine, bring a football helmet and a half empty can of tuna (keeps the stray cats away, because I perform in a gritty, grimy downtown alley).
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“Love is 3:33 am plus 360 degrees plus 365 days, minus 12:34 pm. I ought to know, because I weighed it myself.”

“The time is now 3:34. Damn! I’m late for 3:33.”

“I could fuck on my back like 4:44. But I don’t. I do it like 3:33.”

“I dance like I have a chip on my shoulder. I dance salsa.”

“Sometimes I think I know her. This is not one of those times. This is not 3:33.”

“I collect the most valuable thing in the world—free time. But unlike other priceless things, I don’t need a safe to keep it safe, because I keep all my free time in the past, where nobody can touch it—not even me. My collection grows larger every day.”