Earlier today, I was hovering in some indistinct point in space - I suppose that's pretty inaccurate, since really I'm in every point of space at the same time, ROCKING ITS ASS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING HURRICANE - but anyway, I was localizing my primitive conciousness over some point near Long Island.

I just happened to notice that the entire place is kind of sad. Lots of rolling estates, which are nice, I suppose .... then, once you're outside the gates, there's just a lot of malls and carpet wholesalers. It seemed like such an empty existence. So I took pity on the people of Long Island ... the kind of pity that involves me SAVAGING THEIR WORLD WITH A MONSTROUS BOOT OF PURE FUCKING AWESOMENESS THAT ROCKED THEIR COLLECTIVE ASSES TO THE MOON, which I also then ROCKED TO MOTHERFUCKING ASH JUST TO SHOW THEM THAT I WAS SERIOUS!

So, anyway, you might hear later today that Long Island's gone.