a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

December 04, 2003

The world is coming to an end. The mountains shall fall like sludge into the boiling seas, great gasps of flame will gout from the bowels of the core to scorch all vegetation from the poisoned land, the air will burn with sulfur and methane and suffocate every living thing on this planet untit it is but a grey cinder rolling lamely through space for the remainder of eternity.

The end of the world is nigh, and I know this:

I drank bubble-gum flavored beer.

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