Is it paranoia, one wonders, to realize just how many things could possibly go wrong. To slowly tick down that wonderfully varied list of horrific flaws in the already-soiled tapestry of existance could bring about one's inevitable downfall? Not mere, substanceless babbling, but the growing awareness of risks hanging about like a Damoclean blade, an image piercing briefly through the civilized haze that guards the senses against such crushing thoughts.
What madness, this that wreathes the mind in half-spun threats and dark dreams, murmurings of doom and failure? What ceaseless churning of facts half-true, half feverish concoction, leads to dark conspiracies constructed whole from the cloth of nightmares? What icy fingers of long-buried fear canst call forth the nameless dread of the menacing light of exposing truth?
Fortunately, such adjective-laden problems are easily cured with the application of caffeine.
Mmm. Coffee. Is there anything it can't do?
Rant 'o the day contains no additives, preservatives or small woodland creatures of any kind. Use only as directed. Do not expose to direct sunlight. Do not fold, spindle, multilate or remove identifying tags. Handle with care. Contains less than 3% milk fat by weight, not by volume. Squeeze the lemon.
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