you can't take it with you! right? right.

i've been hearing through the grapevine that the world is ending. here is what i would pack to prepare for the rapture - which, apparently, is happening tomorrow. 

• enough peanut butter to last for eternity.
• a pouch full of soil from my birthplace so i can sleep in peace.
• my stuffed poodle, pigtail. i lost track of her a long time ago but somewhere between here and there we'll see each other again.
• my license and registration. 
• my bottle cap collection. 
• a pack of playing cards. there may be time at last to learn to shuffle them properly.

i have also been advised to begin preparing my home for those members of my family whose souls will be left behind on earth. this means i will have to make arrangements for my plants to be watered. more on this as it develops. 

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ANYWAYS. Entry #3, dated 11-17-2023.

PART THE FIRST: FEATHERLESS BIPEDS

god climbed out of the primordial soup and said

"follow me to the nitrogen tanks -

it's just

at the edge of oblivion."

but that didn't stop my being here today.

i've been sleeping in a tree made of chalk

while the meteors race for first prize.

it's a shame it has to end this way

but it doesn't seem to bother the birds much.

//ants crawling on the face of the planet

can't get much worse than this.

or can it?//