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If I could save time in a bottle, well that would be something. Just shows Jim Croce was really hatching an insane plot to capture time and space and put it on the mantle in his space log cabin on the dark side of Jupiter.

Jim Croce never once saved Spring Break, not once. Too busy saving time was he, him and Big Bad John and that cunt Leroy Brown, who was reputed to be madder than a junkyard dog, not saner. Not by a long shot, brother.

But old Jim wasn’t all bad. He was just dead inside like Princess Dianna was. It’s common in princesses and folk singers. You can tell by the cold dead eyes. And the waxy ears. Never underestimate the ears. The ears are the cat-doors to the soul. The liver is the mailbox. The other organs have no real function and may be discarded. Oh fine keep them then.

That was Jim’s plan, to become leader of the folk-princesses and rule time for all of…itself, but it wasn’t to be. Not then and not a little later. Not after that or even now. Possibly next year, if the paperwork goes through but I doubt it. All the princesses are dead.