The Sum Of The Crowd's Iq Was

Its Hard To Die. Harder To Live

Sometimes ... Dreams Are All That Separate Us From The Machines.

Doing A Life Study While Drunk And In The Process Of Being Seduced Is Never A Formula For Quality Art.

The Powerful Have Received Their Share Of The World's Attention Even When Their Power Has Been Shown As Sheer Evil. The Victim's Remain The Faceless Masses. Numbers. Mass Graves. These Monsters Have Fertilized Our Century With The Mass Graves Of Their Victims And It Is Time That The Powerless Had Names And Faces -- And Voices.

It Occurs To Me That Our Survival May Depend Upon Our Talking To One Another.