i've been waiting for someone with a whiskey voice and a velvet tongue to carry me away
Everything is a threat. Existence is hostile. To be alive on Planet Earth is to be pinned by an unseen gravitational force beyond your control to the surface of an almighty bauble of death cluttered with sharp objects, death traps, diseases, disasters and killers concocting new and exotic means of inflicting agony upon your person, all of it revolving silently in an infinite and eternal vacuum, the sheer insensate vastness of which is simply too ghastly for the human mind to contemplate. Printing “CAUTION: CONTENTS HOT” on the side of a disposable coffee cup doesn’t come close to mitigating the horror. But it’s a start.