A mythical figure (primarily associated with Greek mythology) who is supposedly the human manifestation of time. Considered to be the spouse of Mother Nature, Father Time is often depicted as a very old bearded man in a white robe. Today, he is the spokesperson for 2000 Flushes
"Every New Year's Eve, Father Time and the New Year's Baby have a televised wrestling match. The winner gets a free diva."
by UberMan5000 March 26, 2004
by McGiNgA May 17, 2008
1. Spoken prose of a hidden track by A.F.I, nown to creep out those who hear it.
See also: A.F.I, End of the World
See also: A.F.I, End of the World
"We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay,and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like he news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay,and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like he news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
by Goffboy's Dictionary on Life June 28, 2005
by louicifer December 29, 2010
by kellerific October 14, 2005
1.the amout of time when one is playing with his/her cat 2.to have sexual intercoarse with a woman's “pussy”
It be pussy time stacey
by Bob Haskins January 27, 2007
by Real Nigga Gaming August 15, 2018