Plant A Garden In Which Strange Plants

No, That Nurse Ain't Some Kinda Monster Chicken, Buddy, What She Is Is A Ball-cutter. I've Seen A Thousand Of 'em, Old And Young, Men And Women. Seen 'em All Over The Country And In The Homes- People Who Try To Make You Weak So They Can Get You To Toe The Line, To Follow Their Rules, To Live Like They Want You To. And The Best Way To Do This, To Get You To Knuckle Under, Is To Weaken You By Gettin' You Where It Hurts The Worst.

This World Belongs To The Strong, My Friend! The Ritual Of Our Existence Is Based On The Strong Getting Stronger By Devouring The Weak. We Must Face Up To This. No More Than Right That It Should Be This Way. We Must Learn To Accept It As A Law Of The Natural World. The Rabbits Accept Their Role In The Ritual And Recognize The Wolf As The Strong. In Defense, The Rabbit Becomes Sly And Frightened And Elusive And He Digs Holes And Hides When The Wolf Is About. And He Endures, He Goes On. He Knows His Place. He Most Certainly Doesn't Challenge The Wolf To Combat. Now, Would That Be Wise? Would It?

Time Overlaps Itself. A Breath Breathed From A Passing Breeze Is Not The Whole Wind, Neither Is It Just The Last Of What Has Passed And The First Of What Will Come, But Is More--let Me See--more Like A Single Point Plucked On A Single Strand Of A Vast Spider Web Of Winds, Setting The Whole Scene Atingle. That Way; It Overlaps ... As Prehistoric Ferns Grow From Bathtub Planters.

That Ain't Me, That Ain't My Face. It Wasn't Even Me When I Was Trying To Be That Face. I Wasn't Even Really Me Them; I Was Just Being The Way I Looked, The Way People Wanted.

Nowhere Else In History Has There Ever Been A Flag That Stands For The Right To Burn Itself. This Is The Fractal Of Our Flag. It Stands For The Right To Destroy Itself.