I have felt the ruinous approach of the itch to shake the earth. I'm jonesing to write it down, to map out the steps you take to go back to the beginning and the end at once. I want to be the infinitely large room in which an infinite amount of monkeys sit at an infinity of type writers and type throughout eternity all the master works. The perfect poem; book; blog post? I want to woo readers, make them drop their lives and come and follow my writing as though messiah's face was verdana and 12 point all over the computer screen where the URL points them tellingly to my fingers. I want to part the net sea, to be the holy search hit on google when one searches for salvation. I want to die young and break so many hearts and be immortalized through city names and river names and why not a mountain range.