End of the World

The world ended yesterday about 3:45 PM, but nobody noticed. It didn't go out with a bang, and I think that was the problem. If it isn't loud, then who is going to notice? We need to be hit over the head or shaken. Somebody needs to scream, "Hey! Wake-up!"

So nobody paid the slightest attention when the world died. She just kind of peacefully passed away in her sleep. Natural causes. Old age. That kind of thing.

There's nothing left. We're all dead. Ghosts are all that are left. We just haven't noticed that we are dead. Do I have your attention, yet?

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