Time is the temptress. She is what we all want more of. She is what we all wish we could relive at some points. She is what we all wish we could speed up or slow down. Time is the temptress.

My Mind is the gimp. The submissive puppet for time, willing to conform to her every want. Our minds can not change time, no matter how hard they wish to. They can only occasionally fool us into thinking she is moving faster, slower, or in any other different way. This is how our minds is also a tool that time can access to trick us.

Our mind is a reminder of all the limits we face, while also being an invention so great with so many possibilities that we can not nearly use it to its full potential, or even fathom doing so.

A reference to the 1994 Tarantino film “Pulp Fiction”.

Playing on the words “average”, “mean”, and “mode”.

Saying that my modes/styles switch as quick as my moods do, and I can at times be a temperamental person.

Unonimus is biding his time like a venomous snake, waiting to strike at the most apropos time.

Teens tend to have a big dreams that adults usually see as foolish, usually because they once had foolish dreams themselves and are bitter that their’s did not come to fruition.

Unonimus is known for having pretentious lyrics at times.

Unonimus is a sage (wise person), yet constantly scribbles the words and thoughts of a moron.

Perhaps a shot to Tyler, the Creator’s line about being a walking paradox.

What an ambivalent thing of Mr. Unonimus here to say … despite the fact that he is in love with himself, he still has to deal with the conflicting emotion of hatred AT THE SAME D*MN TIME!