While Time, The Endless Idiot, Runs Screaming

We Are Torn Between Nostalgia For The Familiar And An Urge For The Foreign And Strange. As Often As Not, We Are Homesick Most For The Places We Have Never Known.

I Want - I Want - I Want - Was All That She Could Think About - But Just What This Real Want Was She Did Not Know.

In The Face Of Brutality I Was Prudent. Before Injustice I Held My Peace. I Sacrificed The Things In Hand For The Good Of The Hypothetical Whole. I Believed In The Tongue Instead Of The Fist. As An Armor Against Oppression I Taught Patience And Faith In The Human Soul. I Know Now How Wrong I Was. I Have Been A Traitor To Myself And To My People. All That Is Rot.

To Know Who You Are, You Have To Have A Place To Come From.

The Way I Need You Is A Loneliness I Cannot Bear.