He's Not A Killer. He Just Wins...

If You Lay A Hand On Me I'll Ram Your Testicles So Far Up Inside Your Abdomen It'll Take A Heart Surgeon To Get Them Out.

That Is The Ultimate Power, To Stare Death In The Face And Be Unafraid.

It's The Teachers, They're The Enemy. They Get Us To Fight Each Other, To Hate Each Other.

Doesn't It Make You Wonder About Your Own Sexual Identity, Not To Mention Your Sanity, That The Two Women You Love Are, Respectively, A Virtual Woman Existing Only In The Transient Ansible Connections Between Computers And A Woman Whose Soul Is In Fact That Of A Man Who Is The Husband Of Your Mother?

Take Me Home, He Said Silently To Graff. In My Dream You Said You Loved Me. Take Me Home