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Panic can be quite the fuel for your tank
And last-minute dread quite the spur
Running on empty gives thrilling delights
For boredom, sweet fear is the cure

Prioritizing is easier when
Its triage in life’s wartime fray
When playing and working as hard as you can
Takes up every battleground day

Sleep deprivation and stimulant aids
Give some people driven intent
Invincibility seems like it’s possible
For those who are somnabulant

Too many balls in the air at all times
Gives license to many excuses
You're just way too busy, you say every day
When put to such myriad uses

The math doesn't work; to half-ass 12 things
No one has that many butts
Hexabutt people can't even exist
They wouldn't know when to wipe what

To say only yes is commendable, sure,
But that can bring people exhaustion
Sprinting for life is invigorating
But life is a marathon option

Burning those two-ended candles can kill
Sure, midnight has oil to burn
But you’re not a nocturnal owl at all
If you think so then you’ve got to learn

That tardiness due to frenetic lifestyles
And frantically running in late
Is something preventable we can avoid
It’s not a cute character trait

You’ll get better work done if you take your time
But I understand those that don’t
I used to live life at bullet-train’s pace
But nowadays I simply won’t

I’m sure that my age is a factor as much as
My youth was a factor back then
And ADHD and depression are things
And I sympathize with them when

I read about brains that can’t possibly cope
With the input that comes pouring through
But those aren’t the people I’m talking about
I’m taking about those people who

Get jacked from the rush of a sleepless two weeks
And enjoy the sweet hum of fatigue
Who work til they drop but then can’t get to sleep
So they start a whole basketball league

If you’re spread too thin then you might disappear
So take care of your body and mind
I know I’m a hypocrite saying all this
But life will pay YOU back in kind

If twice as bright but half as long
And leaving good looking remains
Is what you internally crave then you’ll get
What you want as you loosen life’s reins

Living fast and dying young
can happen to anyone here
I made it through and I have some advice
So I want to be perfectly clear

Please slow it down just at least now and then
As you navigate life’s raging river
And sometimes, just sometimes, resist the next urge
To open ‘er up and just give ‘er

A long life’s a sweet one so try to be calm
Be tortoise when racing with hares
Your friends will be sad if you’re gone so stay here
You’re wrong if you think no one cares



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The Introdus happened in late 2021.

Seven hundred thousand time travelers showed up around the world.

The showed up on fire.

The showed up in clumps in the larger cities and by the singles and pairs in rural areas. Most of them were burnt beyond recognition.

Only sixty-eight of them were saved and of those, only sixteen were able to maintain consciousness. Of those sixteen, ten of them were only able to scream and scream and scream. They were sedated into comas. The six that were left were able to talk.

It was hard to get intelligible stories out of them.

There was a lot of confusion at first. The fact that these people appeared out of the air was hard to make the public believe. It was thought that a worldwide firebomb campaign had begun until the corpses and survivors were examined and not a single one of them could be identified. They simply weren’t on our books.

Scientists measured closer and verified that on a quantum level, the bodies were not from ‘here’. No one could confirm that they were from the future but that was the story those survivors told in slivers, gasps, and broken metaphor. Through shattered teeth and pain medication, though burnt faces and time-jumbled brains, through hand signals and languages evolved further from our own, they told us when the universe would end.

The invention of time travel triggers an event, they said. Once a switch on a time machine was thrown, the universe took notice. Some of them said that it was God, the Devil, Shiva or a giant mouth of fire descending through the clouds. The images they provided were delusional ravings. Entire continents becoming open sores, tentacles reaching down from the stars, the air shattering impossibly like glass, and dimensions bifurcating like paper being crumpled into a ball. No two of them were alike save for the fire at the end and a horrible universe-wide sentience saying "NO". A combustion not just of the body but of the entire existence of a dimension.

Each of the six survivors claimed to be from a different time and each one claimed to have invented time travel on their own with no help. If that was true for all seven hundred thousand of the travelers, then they all came from different Earths. The odds of them all discovering time travel independently on the same planet were too high.

They all had tried to escape the cataclysm that had suddenly appeared by using their invention. Some of them had fled to the dinosaur times, some had gone back two or three years to warn themselves, and some of them had set their dials to the far future.

But they’d all ended up here, burning and screaming, at September 18th, 2021 at 9:18 PM Pacific Standard Time.

The theory being introduced by the Pope is that the travelers have been sent as messengers. That whatever force destroyed them and sent them here in suffering did so in order to tell us that time travel must never be invented.

For once, the church and most scientists seem to be in total agreement.

By papal decree, UN Security Council ban, and unilateral G20 accord, research into time travel is prohibited and strictly enforced.





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