Monday, May 23, 2011
After the Rapture
I just hope I go to Hell. At least I will get to meet Voltaire, Thomas Jefferson, Mark Twain, and many, many others. I will insist on a private audience with Darwin. I will dine on hot nails with John Huston. Nietzsche and I will invite Seneca the Younger to hors d'oeuvres of baby piranha fish, washing them down with Vouve Cliquot laced with hydrochloric acid. I can't wait...well, of course I can wait. At least until Camping's next prophecy.
Posted by Jacobus 323 at 4:34 PM