Chris: I Don't Know Why It Is,

...an Everlasting Funeral Marches Round Your Heart.

Great Stones They Lay Upon His Chest Until He Plead Aye Or Nay. They Say He Give Them But Two Words. "more Weight," He Says. And Died.

Few Of Us Can Easily Surrender Our Belief That Society Must Somehow Make Sense. The Thought That The State Has Lost Its Mind And Is Punishing So Many Innocent People Is Intolerable. And So The Evidence Has To Be Internally Denied.

Let Either Of You Breathe A Word, Or The Edge Of A Word, About The Other Things, And I Will Come To You In The Black Of Some Terrible Night And I Will Bring A Pointy Reckoning That Will Shudder You. And You Know I Can Do It; I Saw Indians Smash My Dear Parents' Heads On The Pillow Next To Mine, And I Have Seen Some Reddish Work Done At Night, And I Can Make You Wish You Had Never Seen The Sun Go Down! - Abigail

The Very Impulse To Write Springs From An Inner Chaos Crying For Order - For Meaning.