Each Day Is A Drive Through History.

I Pressed Her Thigh And Death Smiled

I Can Kind Of Envision One Person With A Lot Of Machines, Tapes, And Electronic Set-ups...singi Ng Or Speaking And Using Machines.

We Want The World And We Want It...

Where Are The Feasts We Were Promised? Where Is The Wine, The New Wine, Dying On The Vine.

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