How Unlike A Dead Fish A Live

When Alone I Am Not Aware Of My Race Or My Sex, Both In Need Of Social Contexts For Definition.

...i've Learned Exactly Who The Enemy Are. I Easily Recognize Them-business-suited In Their Modern American Executive Guise, Each Boss Two Feet Taller Than I Am And Impossible To Meet Eye To Eye.

Do The Right Thing By Whoever Crosses Your Path. Those Coincidental People Are Your People.

People Who Can Comfort The Dead Can Also Chase After Them To Hurt Them Further-a Reverse Ancestor Worship.

In A Time Of Destruction, Create Something: A Poem, A Parade, A Community, A School, A Vow, A Moral Principle; One Peaceful Moment.