gazorbnik 666

so as it all sadly continues he sits on the beach of the island in the eye of a storm raging on and otherwise calm sea.
he watches the waves come in and go out again.
and the machine that everyone knows as nancy sits beside him.
she rolls and lights up a joint and passes it to him.
and nothing really matters as the world comes to its end - not that it really mattered before either.

so, she says, what's up with you?
not much, he says, just hanging out here.
but there are so many exciting things to do, she says.
boring, he says.
yeah, she says, they are pretty much.
entertainment for the masses so they won't revolt, he says.
it seems to work, she says. no one is revolting.
not yet, he says, but they will.
everybody's boobed out, she says.
they're in for a rude awakening, he says.
people have been saying that for years, she says. and it all still continues on as before.
not for always, he says.
maybe not, she says.
as if it matters, he says.
no, she says, i suppose it doesn't.
nope, he says.

and then suddenly nothing happens.