Illusion Is Sometimes All That Keeps Us

If People Would Write Exactly What I Wanted To Read I Wouldn't Feel So Compelled To Write Myself

Love, Whether It's Friendship Or More, Is Like A Cup. It Fills Up Drop By Drop, Until One Last Drop And The Cup Is Full. The Liquid Hangs There Almost Above The Rim, Hangs There On Surface Tension Alone And You Know That One More Drop And It Will Spill Over.

Most Hatred Is Based On Fear, One Way Or Another. Yeah. I Wrapped Myself In Anger, With A Dash Of Hate, And At The Bottom Of It All Was An Icy Center Of Pure Terror.

No. But Then The American Government--whatever Branch--has Never Really Grasped The Concept Of Tribal Identity.

Fear, The Strength Of Earth's Religions, Gripping Every Living Soul, Was A Monstrous Human Error For The Making Of Men Whole.