Christ is dead! Christ has risen! Christ will come again!

Ye right! He will come. Sure. I will sit on a chair to endure the waiting. Better yet: I will build my own chair. Use my head against the nails, and the wood of the church crosses as the raw material.

I will sit on the dock of the bay and watch the tide roll away. Just wasting time while he comes. Just me and my Ms Jones. Maybe he join us in a orgy… I just in the chair watching as he penetrates Ms Jones… and then I will join then in a triple coitus that will create the perfect creature. The Son of God, Men and Amorality.

Yes Christ will come, in a perfect orgasm. Just wait to be covered in is sperm, glued to it. You don’t care. Your movements have always been impaired by is word. It is not such a difference.

Black Holes

Words are the black holes for human actions.