I'm going to set up an appointment
with my beautician
for this Sunday.

I know, I know.
I've read the billboards.
I know the deal.

Saturday at six p.m.
the big one goes down,

the great galactic flush -
we're kicking the global bucket...
it's the end.

either you get raptured up to heaven in the nude
(sounds hellish to me)
or you get to sit back
and watch THE END OF DAYS (cue echo effect).

so I figure
it's a good time
to set up an appointment
with my beautician.

either this is all garbage
and I get cute hair

or

I get raptured
and I'm certain I get cute hair in heaven

or

I get to experience
THE END OF DAYS
with cute hair.

either way, you know?

05/19/2011

Author's Note: Never mind. I think I'll leave it curly.

Posted on 05/20/2011
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