Old anxieties

Tick tock tick, I let things go on not worrying too much about the stuff that I worry about.  Those big anxieties, those great dreads I had as a youth, they sometimes just nudge me a little to say we are still here.  It may no longer be a worry that the world will end before you die, but the world ending is still a pretty fucked up thing.  And look at it so its best to kill itself in spectacular and mundane ways.

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