The Deadline

the deadline is approaching. time to get super-sayan serious. mafia-cut-off-a-testicle serious. serious as if this is the only shot i got to win the game. what game, you might ask? LIFE: the game we all play to distract ourselves from the inevitability. fuck, i don't want to be reminded that it's there. staring me in the face like some sappy evil clown that has too much makeup on. but it is... it's there. that possibility. and i gotta make sure it never reaches fruition... so let's go.