My Contingency Measure In Case of Gotterdammerung

My contingency measure in case of…götterdämmerung A scenario unfolds more abominable among any previous warring factions, his wicked weltanschauung charred effigies futilely hung against regime of brutality considerably more unbearable than infestation of fruit flies brung about courtesy evil monster sprung shortchanging restless and young. Seconds to spare before Doomsday clock strikes twelve o'clock midnight every man, woman and child will need fend for themselves, whereby prophetic apocalypse (sponsored courtesy smug faced Putin - man of lamb munch cha cha cha self anointed how zen tyrant by proxy) unleashing total mortal Kombat, when the human race reduced (née pulverized) to nothing more intelligent than nippy nap noopy, glippy glop gloopy, cheesy bonafide August dust thermonuclear dystopian landscape subjected to global nuclear winter. Time measured in nanoseconds 1/1,000,000,000 of a second, or 10?? seconds. The term combines the prefix nano- with basic unit for one-sixtieth of a minute. A nanosecond equals 1000 picoseconds or 1/1000 microsecond. Yours truly will put his head but tween these skinny spindle shank legs and kiss thine braying a$$ (donkey hoe tee) good-bye asper ma person, thine gluteus maximus during my roaring twenties a boot the size of a hand held palm pilot cell phone, hence nada worth ache cry though ah share a preference not hood die yet if push (shin the atomic bombardier button) combs tush hove Eli zha would be nowhere in sight, thence salvation might be sought from a common (sad dulled) horse fly to bring deliverance (due ling ban joe plucked solo) to this generic goofy guy who reckons, cuz there will be no time to converse ‘cept as mentioned earlier me high knee will be the sole recipient, I one beetle browed capital one damn earnestly frank gremlin hominid will spout hot air and confuse the burst of flatulence from ma bare swaying bell bottom as an echo – loud and clear that used to be mode of hen dear mint ‘tween muss elf and spouse – wherever she may be ‘ere a presumption, she met her demise amidst radiation with fear and loathing uncertain who to vent her angry glare understandable to pay price for the folly of heir wannabe of history Don Trump – perchance he too got vaporized as crackling Geiger counter intimates forecasts deadly snowfall icier i.e. Mother nature adorned dirty flakes fluttering among the global debacle think world wide nuclear winter, where jeer ring grim reaper will be feted as like at a fancy feast with choicest bit of human remains of the doomsday, and immune to perilous nuclear fit loosed upon the terra firmae, where most every metropolitan center ground zero but with heavy-duty weapons of mass destruction, one need not make a direct hit cuz the deadly fallout will make the entire globe tuff Hester and become liquefied bubbling as one large snake pit, thus no more poetry competitions – DAMN – yet writing aye will not quit, but upon fallout material I will eke out underground subsistence existence, and scratch out whatever thoughts seem worthwhile hoe ping an alien will discover visa vis bunched inside an iron made in USA bunker and held tightly sealed qua many a makeshift rivet.