(Don't Fear) the Reaper

 
One of my all-time favorite songs: (Don't Fear) the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult, who are from the same island I am-the long one.  Simultaneously beautiful and morbid.

All our times have come
Here, but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
(We can be like they are)
Come on baby
(Don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand
(Don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly
(Don't fear the reaper)
Baby I'm your man
La, la la, la la
La, la la, la la
Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity
(Romeo and Juliet)
40, 000 men and women every day
(Like Romeo and Juliet)
40, 000 men and women every day
(Redefine happiness)
Another 40, 000 coming every day
(We can be like they are)
Come on baby
(Don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand
(Don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly
(Don't fear the reaper)
Baby I'm your man
La, la la, la la
La, la la, la la
Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared
(Saying, "Don't be afraid")
Come on baby
(And she had no fear)
And she ran to him
(Then they started to fly)
They looked backward and said goodbye
(She had become like they are)
She had taken his hand
(She had become like they are)
Come on baby
(Don't fear the reaper)

Breaking News: The World Has Been Blown Away!

Young Groundhog in the Sun

You heard it here first.  It seems like it just keeps getting windier and windier.  Sometimes, the wind blows so strongly, it's ridiculous.  This seems to be happening more frequently.  What a cold, godforsaken world this is.  I believe that the world, as we know it, will be blown away by raging, out-of-control winds.  I'm no meteorologist, but it seems to me like hurricanes and tornadoes fall into the category of wind.  It's wind that blows cars and trucks around.  It's wind that destroys buildings and scatters the resulting debris with the greatest of ease.  I predict it will get worse.  It will eventually get so bad that it will blow skyscrapers over, and once that happens, it will be the beginning of the end.
Prepare now.  Prepare for the end of the world.  You have been summarily warned.  I'm not sure what summarily means, but it seems to fit here.  The end of the world, as they know it, has already occurred for the squirrels who used to live in front of my apartment building.  Recently, all their nests, that had been supported by tree branches, came crashing to the ground.  I sincerely hope that none of them were hurt when that happened.  Sadly, they have moved.  I used to feed pure in-the-shell nuts to them.  They used to chase and corner me for my nuts.  That hasn't happened in weeks.  I still have a lonely bag of nuts sitting on my kitchen counter.  That sack of nuts is a constant reminder of how we will all be brought to our collective knees.
You have been warned.