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Marshmallow Peeps: Harbingers of Doom for the Human Race?

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

I didn’t include the next stanza here like I posted to my nanoblog, but yeah, it’s like that today. Just. Like. That.