Doomsday Prophets

The doomsday prophets in my head keep repeating, “This is your last pound of coffee. This is your last pound of store-bought strawberries. This is your last chocolate bar. This is your last store-bought cheese. These are your last 3 pounds of bananas. You’ve already eaten your last sock-eye salmon.” Shut the fuck up! But I see myself walking 70 miles to find timbleberries next year. I fear hunger. Been there, done that, and it was desperate.

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