First Thought Good Thought?

If nothing gets done on December the 12th there'll be hell to pay and no one will be able to do anything about it. It'll pass by without a sound, without a thought, without a being. I'm not denying that it was ever there, just that no one will remember it, comfortably numb as we are. I think there's a show on the tube tonight, maybe I should watch it? Bother, bother, bother, what's my brother got to do with it? If I don't make an impression something dreadfully wretched will happen. Something like the skies will open up and angry monkeys with terrifying black eyeballs of pestilance will come scampering out like so many third graders onto a playground. Full of wrath, full of envy, full of pride, slothful and gluttenous lust- a slow kind of debauchery. There's nothing new under the sun and it's all getting less and less new, stained-tarnished like a rusted out toyota, but when someone does figure upon something new and unique, when life is created spontaneously from the most sorrowful depths of some poor mutants soul, it is magnificent, like a day that no one remembers, that slipped by on the calendar, undetected, a blank virgin piece of paper...