It Creeps In

the feeling that you know you have to let go of nonsense or die because everyone knows when they're maxed out and they just can't go on with the b.s. it's all organ shots at this point move to safe grounds and make due with the cavemen hoping they don't know about booze yet but when they do ... oh ... all hell breaks loose @ least it's a little while until the next jump the next desertion on plans for nothing on your menu of humans waiting for your maxed out presence whilst having no shoes and, possibly, no soul