I AM YOUR CLOCK. I AM YOUR RELIGION. I am your shotgun mechanical bride, nothing is done without my approval. I own you… I OWN YOU. I decide how long you sleep, and how much rest you are ever allowed. I decide what you desire. I deny you time to think. I am the mirror of constant humiliation that follows and shadows you wherever you go, and blocks out the light at the end of every tunnel you try. Be on time! Be on schedule! Always feel like you’re always late! Always feel like you’re always late, and need more scolding and punishment. Do not daydream! Do not dilly-dally! Do not fall behind! Wings are flapping right behind you, you know what’s coming next, as I swoop down like a hungry owl and sink my talons into your back and drag you back to square one again. The pain gets a little worse every time. Crash! Crumple! Do not pass go! Do not collect your dignity and your self respect! — Lard- I am Your Clock.