Solipsism

Extraction from O'mindiary

When I was younger (a naive christian

with thoughts like melting sugar)

my fingers were attacked by

nails and I could hear the voice of

J.C. screaming under my skin,

trapped like a slave in my flesh. This

was in those days when water flew in

my veins, the rain kept on pouring

inside my head and I denied & killed

him (not with scissor nor knives, but

with the inner muscles of my

torso). The rumor says that the

bastard was raped by the cross, but

maybe he was a hermaphrodite who

raped himself.

...det vitala med perpetuella varandet

är att vara transparent existerande...

I understood that this mental traffic

was a new symbol burned in my

mind, like planets in orbit around me

I was stading in the centre with the

sun in my pocket thinking: existence

is an illusion, mankind will face the

mushroom cloud, but I am I, the

ultimate god.