Kill The Pig! Cut His Throat! Kill

If Faces Were Different When Lit From Above Or Below -- What Was A Face? What Was Anything?

If I Blow The Conch And They Don't Come Back; Then We've Had It. We Shan't Keep The Fire Going. We'll Be Like Animals. We'll Never Be Rescued." "if You Don't Blow, We'll Soon Be Animals Anyway.

I Began To See What People Were Capable Of Doing. Anyone Who Moved Through Those Years Without Understanding That Man Produces Evil As A Bee Produces Honey, Must Have Been Blind Or Wrong In The Head.

Kill The Pig. Cut Her Throat. Spill Her Blood.

At The Moment Of Vision, The Eyes See Nothing.