Ask not for whom the bell toads for it toads for you! It toads for you for sure. Where to hide, where to hide? Where to hide when reality itself has turned against you? The bloody old bell; that bloody, bloody old bell…
It’s toading for you old buddy so you had better watch your step. You’d better mind yourself because that’s bad news for sure. Lay low if you can. Lay very low and maybe your doom will miss you. Probably it won’t miss you though. Probably it won’t miss you because one’s doom isn’t usually the sort of thing one can avoid.
Ask not for whom the bell toads for. It toads for it toads for. Ask not, ask not. Where to hide when reality itself turned against you, right? That’s a tricky one as we all know very well – they don’t come any trickier than that and I don’t think anyone here is going to disagree with that, do you? That’s a tricky old one and no mistake – where to hide when that old bell starts toading for you…
It toads for us all in the end however so perhaps you can take some comfort in that? I hope you can take some comfort in that – I don’t know what else to suggest if you can’t. There’s not really much else I can say on the subject if that doesn’t help you. You see, reality will generally play ball with you for a while – that’s my experience at least. Reality will generally play along with you for a while but don’t let that fool you! No sir – you don’t want to let that fool you.
It’s only biding its time you see; reality is lulling you into a false sense of security. Or a sense of false security. We are all very easy to lull when it comes to the false sense of security department and that’s a rather strange thing, wouldn’t you say? I’d say it is anyway – I’d definitely say that. We so damn easy to lull that it’s actually quite incredible – what’s wrong with us, after all? It takes no length of time and – bang! – it’s as if we been hypnotised. We’re under the anaesthetic. We love that old sense of false security business so very much – it’s all we know, after all. It’s a way of life, it’s our only way of life…
The days are long and they contain many horrors – horrors that could pop up anywhere at any moment. Like slices of toast being ejected by high-speed toaster, startling the life out of you. Frightening the bejesus right out of you. Your heart is beating like the clappers, your breath is coming in short painful bursts and your skin is cold and clammy. You’ve seen more than you bargained for and you’re lurching out of control into a world of blind panic.
Lurching, lurching, lurching, and the whole time that old bell is toading and you know it’s toading for you. You’re hoping it’s toading for someone else but it isn’t of course. How could it be? The universe is your enemy, you see. It hates you. Reality itself is your enemy and you’re hoping you can give it the slip. Give it the slip, give it the slip, give it the slip, and the whole time that bloody old bell is toading…
