The final countdown begins with a big bang. it appears out of nothing, retracts into the light and expands into and atom bomb where the particles dissipate upon a mountain of shit. Da da da da, I have lost my mind into an atomless vast amount of space particles which do not exist or appear in a physical randomness form. Any way, the other part of my selfish soul of hateful pitilessness, will dissipate upon galaxies of earth, gas and water. truth be told this is most definitely the final countdown where the atmosphere convolutes as a balloon rising in space and time. In the final countdown there will be no exoskeletons as the earth and dirt and mud wasted in fearless crap retaliates against monsters of being. Illness is a trap; like a mouse hunting for it’s cheese it creeps through the night suffering from hunger that will not ever be satiated. Look at you, you are infinite, a particles of an all encompassing truth.
It’s simple we are one yet nothing and again we become whole. Anyway, it’s okay we are free from our slavery in truth we seek love an emanation of truth like light from the billions of suns in our galaxies. Yes, we are truth and hopeful in our meaningless. He, I got you! So therefor we do not know and in not knowing we may find a spark of decimation. Hmmmm, are we there yet, yes we are for it is the final countdown. In absolution we do not understand the science of the all. Futurism isn’t the tool it is the way to darkness, but in our darkness we may find excellence where we are pulled from the wreckage. So in conclusion of this short and sweet monologue we know nothing and we become everything, we are one, we are free. Ha!