By Force Of Will Alone

By force of will alone I keep the world from ending until I have seen Who Fears Death, The Hobbit, The Avengers, and The Herculoids (Herculoids not in production but one day for sure, and please god, not in some hipster ironic way) at a movie theater. By force of will alone I keep the world from ending until I've lived to see Earth experience First Contact of the 3rd Kind: a ship landing in Central Park crewed by aliens who are not metaphors for our own stupidities. By force of will alone I keep the world from ending until I am surprised in the mail with autographed photos of Rosario Dawson and Pam Grier, separate photos or together on one, although both on one would result in an extended comatose orgasmic state for me, which I would hope medical science wouldn't rush to cure. Following that, apocalypse y'all. Break out the Mad Max soundtrack and stay away from my property. By force of will alone I keep the world from ending until my novel The Brothers Jetstream: Afropuffs Are the Antennae of the Universe is completed, published to great acclaim, turned into a movie starring Taye Diggs and Idris Elba with a script co-written by Harlan Ellison and Steven Barnes. By force of will alone I keep the world from ending until I see the first woman I ever fell in love with again, just to say hi. By force of will alone I keep the world from ending until they start genetically modifying people to be able to breath underwater. A pair of Speedos are kept handy for just such an eventuality. And a trident. And my declaration of war against the surface dwellers. By force of will alone I keep the world from ending until Jesus comes back and reveals he was gay two thousand years ago and he's just as fabulous now. The environmental clean up costs would be staggering what with all the tiny heads exploding, but it'd be totally worth it. Plus the ascendancy lanes would be a lot less congested. By force of will alone I keep the world from ending until a certain someone has had a full and happy life with her bird and her knight. She knows who she is. By force of will alone I keep the world from ending until a corps of Victoria's Secret models are sent to deeply Muslim lands to foment gender revolution. "You can take away my lift-and-separate... but you can't take away... my freedom!" By force of will alone I keep the world from ending until the people of Wal-Mart are a pestilence no more.

Or until the peach cobbler finishes baking in my oven.

Imperius Rex.