What If I Left My Memory In

Listen To The Chair Leg Of Truth! It Does Not Lie!

Wolves Ate Even Mighty Hunters, For There Was No Honor Or Code Among Predators, And Everyone's Guts Steam The Same Way When Torn Open On A Cold Night.

So This Zealot Comes To My Door, All Glazed Eyes And Clean Reproductive Organs, Asking Me If I Ever Think About God. So I Tell Him I Killed God. I Tracked God Down Like A Rabid Dog, Hacked Off His Legs With A Hedge Trimmer, Raped Him With A Corncob, And Boiled Off His Corpse In An Acid Bath. So He Pulls An Alternating-current Taser On Me And Tells Me That Only The Official Serbian Church Of Tesla Can Save My Polyphase Intrinsic Electric Field, Known To Non-engineers As "the Soul." So I Hit Him. What Would You Do?

I Was Having A Mildly Paranoid Day, Mostly Due To The Fact That The Mad Priest Lady From Over The River Had Taken To Nailing Weasels To My Front Door Again.

By Four O'clock, I've Discounted Suicide In Favor Of Killing Everyone Else In The Entire World Instead.