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.