{i just had to use those four lines somewhere... they inspired this}

[headless]

There’s a Chimera in my soup and I can’t remember the last time I felt this inspired

Moist happenings intermingled with
fierce deliberation as to the nature
of the universe
while the optimism
concerning the state of my life
swayed to the point of overturning.
(all of this over a breakfast consisting
of the best bagel with cream cheese
of my life
and a cup of coffee that
lacked the usual
consistency and
sustenance coffee generally
provides this early in the morning.)

I consider the options placed
before me
and determine the proper course
of action is to initiate an organized
reign of terror and vengeance
that will forever be known
as the greatest Apocalypse
the galaxy has ever known.

My intimacy with the
End of Days
to which I speak is not a premeditated
condition by any means;
I have earned my right to this unholy talent,
and I shall do everything within
my power to be sure to exercise it
to it’s full potential.

Godliness inhibits diversity
and I’m on the verge of breeding
a swarm
of maggot lollipops.