Godzilla Is A Giant Kitty

It’s March 6th, and an ocean of darkness comes to drown the world.

This is the Queue, and from this lone promontory of land stabbing out into the quivering abyss, we can but delay our imminent madness with diversions of light woven into stories. Hope is fleeting, life is transient, we watch the suffering of those we love helpless to prevent it. Shackled by beliefs that do nothing to hinder others from bringing doom and harm to everyone, we can but watch the next wave building. Soon like Atlantis we will be dragged beneath endless heavy tons of water.

I am a negative man, but we are not under the waves yet. So let us talk while we yet have time.