ramble

…I have dreams of hunting and being hunted by pod people…their numbers are endless…a small voice whispers inside of me, “Save The World, Save The World,”…my team is strong and capable and our bullets keep finding their mark…the satisfying bloody explosion of skulls…but there are too many of them and they are very well organized…in the end, the last few of us set off a nuke..all is erased in thermonuclear brightness…I wake up…tinnitus screams in my right ear…my mouth is dry…and my legs hurt…at least my bowels still work…other day begins in early morning darkness…time to try saving the world one more time…