The Subject Says: I See First Many

No One Here Gets Out Alive.

We Fear Violence Less Than Our Own Feelings. Personal, Private, Solitary Pain Is More Terrifying Than What Anyone Else Can Inflict.

Guileless And Without Vanity, We Were Still In Love With Ourselves Then. We Felt Comfortable In Our Skins, Enjoyed The News That Our Senses Released To Us, Admired Our Dirt, Cultivated Our Scars, And Could Not Comprehend This Unworthiness. Jealousy We Understood And Thought Natural--a Desire To Have What Somebody Else Had; But Envy Was A Strange, New Feeling For Us.

Choose The Day And Choose The Sign Of Your Day! The Day's Divinity! First Thing You See!!

Indians Scattered On Dawn's Highway Bleeding/ghosts Crowd The Young Child's Fragile Eggshell Mind.