Terroristic Thoughts


I


Velocity equals            
                 the linear momentum                                
                                                   divided by                                         
                                                                    mass.    

If the mass is small enough,                        
                                   let us say 2 grams.    

And the momentum high enough,                         
                                                   say 500 m/s.       
      
      Then the velocity will equal
                                                   250 m/s.

Going this fast,              
                  within a certain critical radius,                               
                                   even the tiniest splinter,                                    
                                                of anything splinterable,         
could kill.               
         Kill.    

Hmmm.        
             I think I'd better                    
                               stuff my pockets                              
                                             with sharp nails,                                  
                                                               and metallic shards.         
    Before              
                I plunge                       
                              myself                             
                                          into                                 
                                                 the crowd.    

I want this to be                    
                           a deadly,                    
                           and memorable explosion.       


II


I want my death             
                   to come with a bang.                           
                                        A loud bang.                          
                                        The loudest possible.      

For though I won't live                        
                                  to see it.           

I'm sure I will enjoy                         
                           the playbacks                             
                                  when I'm in heaven.                                   

                                         After all,                                        
                                                   God's video-technology                                        
                                                     must be                                                
                                                                  divine.            




            The cry is muted.

                    I am deafened
                                        nonetheless.

                          For I can see.

                          For I can see.