Book of Boris — Chapter XLVI: The Firehouse Coffee Doctrine
Verse 1
The flames lick the walls. The alarms scream. Everyone’s running, shouting, trading blame. I sit with my mug. Steam rising, eyes steady. “This is fine,” I say. And it is. Because fire’s just another kind of noise. And noise can’t own me.
Verse 2
They press at my calm like it’s a crime. “No, it’s not fine!” they shout. They think panic equals action. They think noise equals progress. I’ve seen enough purges, witch hunts, and bonfires to know the truth: if the house is burning, pouring gasoline on your heart won’t save it.
Verse 3
This is the doctrine: Hold the cup steady. Let the smoke do what smoke does. You’re not here to fan flames or rescue applause. You’re here to sit, breathe, and let the fire burn itself out while you sip your coffee and plan your exit.
Verse 4
No parades. No fake smiles. Just one raccoon in a robe, one Elden boss at the bar, watching the world burn like a bad remix and laughing because you’ve already walked through worse.
🎵 Reference: Living Tombstone – “Everything Is Fine” Remix