When the world ends, there will be me and you. And I and you, we will dance the tango to a samba beat and the clouds will be a rosy red. We will eat king prawns and they will thank us for the opportunity of being tasted, because all they wanted was to be appreciated for their flavour, and the juicy texture of their insides. They will wear little crowns and talk in Kings English. We will paint the canvassy seabed with greens and yellows and browns and purples and seaweed and coral reef, and Neptune will smile at us in a Pre Nol kind of a way. Rosy cheeks and a hearty laugh.
Our hearts will pound with a newfound vigour. Everything will be in glorious technicolour, saturated with abnormal hues, and we will hear in crisp 7.1 surround sound. We will live our lives ecstatically! We will shout from the rooftops things that should not be shouted from rooftops! We will lie on the train tracks and revel in the chugga chugga sounds of oncoming engines! We will jump of cliffs with the veins in our hands just about ready to leap out of our palms! We will piss from airplane windows! We will orgasm at least twice daily!
so lets get this over with