There are 24 minutes left just 24 minutes left and then the sky will come
crushing down with a resonance that belies the gentle fleecy white clouds
and oh yes those fleecy white clouds I'm glad you asked there's hardly no
reason in the world why it should rain I wish there were for then the sky
would not come crushing down and we would all live to see another day for
Tuesday would follow Monday and Wednesday would follow Tuesday and thusly
would our days play out in infinite peace and serenity just like as if my
rendezvous with Ozzie and Harriet the all American family possessing five
tenths plus one children and which one was the five tenths Ricky or David
I know I have my opinion but perhaps I had best keep it to myself because
you never know when something you said in public is going to come back to
slap you in the face but holy moley that's all moot now because less than
24 minutes from now the sky is going to come crushing down and we'll then
all be obliterated like it or not well you probably don't like it but the
bright side is that afterwards it won't matter and nothing will come back
to slap me in the face because I won't have a face and neither will David
or Ricky or anybody else for that matter so what the heck I might as well
say what I think sans fear of reprecussion except maybe the great big old
reprecussion to end all reprecussions and I wont' say what that is 'cause
if you have to ask then you might as well forget about it being sans clue

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and if you're sans clue you might as well be sans thought even though I
stopped thinking a long time ago which is why I believe that there is an
elephant in my underwear although how it got there I have the faintest even
though I did faint a long time ago much longer then when I started agreeing
with remmers that the world might or might not end in 24 minutes because that
would be the sort of thing I would go along with with the exception of the
fact that for great lengths of time I thought the end of the world would be
37 minutes late but who am I to talk

not that talking will do us any good anyway because the end is coming in
either 24 or 37 minutes and we can't exactly be sure which so we might as well
hope for the best and go the extra distance and make the effort to get the
elephants out of our underwear because who wants to spend all eternity with
an elephant in their underwear anyway because when the world ends in either
24 or 37 minutes take your pick or flip a coin or something, then everything
will be crushed by the immense weight of the falling sky and we'll just be
stuck like that forever and ever and ever until the toast is done and the
little button pops up again and we all go flying up into the air once more
until the clock spins around once again and the world ends for the second or
third or god-knows-how-many'th time and we all go splat.

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