This is going to be a Jackson Pollock post. I’m just throwing words at the canvass. Does it make any sense? I will claim that it does, but who the fuck knows?
Actually, I feel a little rundown. But that’s irrelevant. Let’s look at how the next twenty years could very well see the end of our civilization, and how that will affect ME. Because, in the end, isn’t that what we’re all worried about? Me?
Alright, fun’s been had. Food was eaten. Gifts were exchanged. Booze was drunk and weed was smoked. A new year is dawning, and now we need to get down to brass tacks. This is a warning and a call to action. (No, seriously.)