When I Go Out, I Hope To

The Unhappy Are Prisoners Of A Single Round Of Thought.

The New Right: Kiss The Bankers And Spank The Babies.

When Understanding Would Be Too Difficult, I Become Trusting.

The Beginning, Middle, And End Are Parodied, Reversed, And Hidden By Modernism, But Not Abandoned.

My Intentions Go One Way, My Desires Another. Thus I Feel Both Self-indulgent And Deprived.