Let The Wild Rumpus Commence

One day, our sun will die.
And when it does, it will consume
our solar-system in a fireball of total
and utter and absolute destruction.
And no amount of terrible howling at the moon.
Or terrible gnashing at the tumbling oceans is going to change that.
And afterwards, only dust will remain.
And what comes after dust, none of us should know.
So be still. And listen. And smell all those good things there are to eat.
Good things of one kind. Or another.
And make mischief while the oxygen remains.
And try staring deep into those yellow eyes without blinking.
And feel your mouth being drawn both superiorly and posteriorly.
And notice how it makes you feel all warm
and ever-so-slighty furry inside.

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