Extraction from O'mindiaryWhen I was younger
(a naive christianwith thoughts like melting sugar)my
fingers were attacked bynails and I could hear the
voice ofJ.C. screaming under my skin,
trapped like a slave in my flesh.
Thiswas in those days when water flew inmy veins,
the rain kept on pouringinside my head and I denied
& killedhim (not with scissor nor knives,
butwith the inner muscles of mytorso).
The rumor says that thebastard was raped by the cross,
butmaybe he was a hermaphrodite whoraped himself.
...det vitala med perpetuella varandetär att vara
transparent existerande...
I understood that this mental trafficwas a new symbol
burned in mymind, like planets in orbit around meI
was stading in the centre with thesun in my pocket
thinking: existenceis an illusion,
mankind will face themushroom cloud, but I am I, theultimate god.