My Sister Said, You're Making It Hard

To Be A Rebel Is Not To Be A Revolutionary. It Is More Often By A Way Of Spinning One's Wheels Deeper In Sand.

How Crazy Craziness Makes Everyone, How Irrationally Afraid. The Madness Hidden In Each Of Us, Called To, Identified, Aroused Like A Lust. And Against That The Jaw Sets. The More I Fear My Own Insanity The More I Must Punish Yours.

Men And Women Were Declared Equal One Morning And Everybody Could Divorce Each Other By Postcard

Intercourse Is An Assertion Of Mastery, One That Announces His Own Higher Caste And Proves It Upon A Victim Who Is Expected To Surrender, Serve, And Be Satisfied.

[madness] Is The Jail We Could All End Up In. And We Know It. And Watch Our Step. For A Lifetime. We Behave. A Fantastic And Entire System Of Social Control, By The Threat Of Example As Effective Over The General Population As Detention Centers In Dictatorships, The Image Of The Madhouse Floats Through Every Mind For The Course Of Its Lifetime.