Billion Dollar Bombs, Baby We human beings are squishy, soft little blobs pumped full of life's liquid that can be killed by a sharpened stick, but we decided to go all the way to the other end of the spectrum to mass extinction. Barbarism in the Next Apocalypse If society were to break down, if civilization reverted back to basic animal instinct, if there were no laws or government, if there were no rules or regulations, if the food was to become scarce, if the storms were to come ashore, if the levees were to break, if the lights were to turn off, most cruel men would not be murderers or profiteers, they would become rapists. Meltdown Is the world's most dangerous elephant's foot afraid of a mouse, as much as we are afraid of its next step? The first day of hell on your last day on earth, the person you could have become will meet the person you became. Plague The rats will follow us to the moon, stowaways in the circuits of space rockets, settling in the walls of our little colonies, sneaking to eat all of the celestial cheese and transit and transmit the fleas of disease.
Chris Butler is an illiterate poet howling from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut.