Yeah...Yeah i see through Satans eyes.

For a hundred years or more the world,OUR world has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up the asshole of creation and set it off. The world is rotting away, dying piecemeal. But it needs the coup de grace, it needs to be blown to smithereens. Not one of us is intact, and yet we have in us all the continents and the seas between the continents and the birds of the air. We are swimming on the face of time and all else has drowned, is drowning, or will drown. It will be enormous, the Book. There will be oceans of space in which to move about, to perambulate, to sing, to dance,to climb,to bathe, to leap somersaults,to whine,to rape,to murder. A cathedral, a veritable cathedral, in the building of which everybody will assist who has lost his identity. There will be masses for the dead,prayers,confessions,hymns,a moaning and a chattering, a sort of murderous insouciance; there will be rose windows and gargoyles and acolytes and pallbearers. You can bring your horses in and gallop through the aisles. You can butt your head against the walls-they won't give. You can pray in any language you choose, or you can curl up outside and go to sleep. It will last a thousand years,at least,this cathedral,and there will be no replica,for the builders will be dead and the formula too. We will have postcards made and organize tours. We will build a town around it and set up a free commune. We will have no need for genius-genius is dead. We will have strong hands, for spirits who are willing to give up the ghost and put on flesh......