The Old Hound Is Getting Slower there’s people out there tearing themselves apart from each other, screaming, flayed skin on the carpet, hot red wounds bursting for the teeming crowd, the horde of billions waiting in line to take replacement, driving the lives of two people asunder so that everyone gets a taste of everyone the people are free and they’re out there and they all want everything all the time it doesn’t stop, the world runs mad with desire and it’s heaven, truly, at last on earth I’ve seen it, we don’t need to wait for the coming of the lord we’ve found it now, here, whether you’re ready or not