i-am-the-egg-to-rule-all-eggs:
and all the workers will go on strike forever and the stocks will lie dead and bleeding in the streets and the white house will sink into the ocean and everybody who owns a business will be nailed to telephone poles fifteen, twenty, one hundred thousand feet high as a great multitude of black birds pick their corpses apart piece by piece, limb by limb, until nothing remains, and their blood will melt into yhe ground far below which was created by god, just as the telephone poles were made from a tree created by god, just as their souls which go down to hell were created by god, just as the black birds which picked their courpses apart were created by god, and where was god. or whatever they said
prommy?