Ephemeral beings have arisen from someplace, somehow, to the surface. Encased in body armor/environmental suits, which are stronger than anything known, they attack. Very hard to kill, they are, all of us townsfolk are on the run, heading for safety. They pursue, numerous shots must be taken, but to what purpose? We know not. They drive catcher cars, chasing people out of the cities and into the hills and forests. The survivors regroup into a new community structure and discover that bullets and grenades of salt water and ammonia gas can wipe the ephemerals out if their armor can be pierced. In which case they will simply mist away. But how?

When they first came all was emptiness. Save for the non-sentient creatures of the world, who themselves had placed, replaced and misplaced one another; species upon species for millennia. Even eons, epochs if you will, and can. Without thought, natural, a nascent and nadiric progression of ages, until the sentients came. They came from the earth, from within the earth were they spewed forth and so arose their creation myth, nay religion, of being of the land, for they were from the land. Earth was their mother, and sky? Sky father he may have been, but to others ’sky father’ would reign the more supreme. To these that came first they would ever instinctually refer and revert back to the earthen womb from whence they wandered…

If the 6th sense is the ability to see the dead, or 'a woman's sense', what is the 7th sense? The 7th sense is the unconscious ability to make decisions which on the surface seem to be foolish, or assinine, yet which in hindsight are the correct decisions. Somewhat like 2nd sight - it is an unintended look into the future, or else, a premonition that the people, place, or events that one is dealing with are not the right situation that one should be involved with. Therefore, getting out of such situations turns out in the end to have been great foresight.

(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party) - Beastie Boys

what was the chix name, not the one I went w/, the one I ended up w/?

The intended audience is either bar hopping 'manly' men, or those who wish to be viewed as such, including women. The implied difficulty seems to be the unwillingness or inability of these men to be sensitive and compassionate towards others. In other words, they have no 'feminine side', therefore don't expect anything else from them because they drink Jim Beam.
Yuppies or college students, they want to be macho and chase skirts. The photo supports the text very well, the 3 young men are in a pool room, conjuring images of drinking, smoking and showing off, women only allowed if the "ooh" and "aah." It reflects my experience quite accurately. Many times I've encountered people such as these in a similar setting whilst being bored to tears by a game that I was never very good at because of my lack of understanding of geometry.

R.I.P.