Has the optimal level been reached?
Is this the complete maximum we wish to achieve?
So many combining realities coming into one
All the little hermits in their dens
Forced to come out and stare at the sun
Little people, big people, little peoples, big peoples
If you haven't dealt with your fear now
It may be too late to care
A classic doomsday response
Would you like a cup of tea with that thought?
I'll have a coffee
And I'm doing just fine
Fearlessly
The doomsday mind is cumbersome
The doomsday parents messaged me today
Have you kept up with the doomsday times?
Is the doomsday as regular as sex in your mind's focus?
Are you saved by some spaghetti man in the sky that sent a tentacle to die for something he created?
And are you prepared for the doomsday he wishes to visit on all his non-tentacle accepting creations?
The grip of the octopus is great
It grapples, it holds, it strangles
Squash and splat all the blood comes out
The sharks come to the blood
I dreamed of a motel, abandoned we could stay
but there were holes in the floor which were quicksand
where our feet would disappear if we stepped and a shark underwater beneath the building
Would bite our feet off.
We had to be very careful
It was fine, I found a door to an art gallery where an entrance to the street came out
The man was surprisingly cool about having a bunch of backpackers come in and out through his shop
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