my roomate stuart, tells me that the world is going to end on tuesday

he said something about the war

i had been smoking earlier so my memory is a bit clouded, but he said bombs, he said bullets and he said bullies

i hope everyone is ready

i feel like there are still a whole lot of reflections i want to see, i look forward to seeing my beard grow full, i still have patches on my chin then have not filled in, and i have a reverse hitler where the hair on your upper lip is missing the section in the middle

so if the world ends on tuesday i hope you all know that my beard is not done growing, my face still has not finished

when you are actually told when you are going to die you feel like you should appreciate the life you have left alot more

maybe i should'nt go into work tomorow, maybe i should go and visit an old friend or make a new one

maybe i can call in when i wake up, and say "nope sorry, i believe the world ends on tuesday, so i am not going to be able to work untill at least thursday"

if stu is wrong i will need that one day to think straight again


take what you have left and get rid of it
as things advance we continue to get smaller
prepare for the loss of personal space
starting out it all seemed proper
you could even say beneficial
but we all know the truth
you could even say knew