The Future Is Uncertain But The End

They Got The Guns But We Got The Numbers.

The Most Important Kind Of Freedom Is To Be What You Really Are. You Trade In Your Reality For A Role. You Give Up Your Ability To Feel, And In Exchange, Put On A Mask.

Where Are The Feasts We Were Promised? Where Is The Wine, The New Wine, Dying On The Vine.

Guileless And Without Vanity, We Were Still In Love With Ourselves Then. We Felt Comfortable In Our Skins, Enjoyed The News That Our Senses Released To Us, Admired Our Dirt, Cultivated Our Scars, And Could Not Comprehend This Unworthiness. Jealousy We Understood And Thought Natural--a Desire To Have What Somebody Else Had; But Envy Was A Strange, New Feeling For Us.

Nobody Would Stay Interested In Me If I Was Normal