The Mime Apocalypse

overheard someone quietly frightened by the stupid ****ing Mayan calendar ending, someone sold the “apocalypse” ****, hook line & sinker, who still eats it up, eats it up, eats it up, regardless of how many scientists you throw in their face, regardless of how many ways one might, to a point of immeasurable exhaustion, try & dig out all the horrid christian bullshit which has been piled on them during their lifetime, like sandbags in a war that never existed to begin with & when s/he was nervously talking about it on this one particular day, s/he misspoke, calling it the “mime apocalypse,” wherein, my own mind conjured up something much more entertaining, an “apocalypse” which would really go out with a whimper, rather than a bang, like a needle dropped from the tallest skyscraper & then subsequently echoing on the pavement below, to drown out even the faintest of whispers, as the mimes invading the world by the billions, came falling themselves as mime paratroopers to climb invisible walls, pull invisible ropes, shoot invisible guns & juggle invisible grenades, pushing the lot of us to a truly blissful point of absurdity.