Finished Things Cease To Be

I Feel Fairly Certain That My Hatred Harms Me More Than The People Whom I Hate.

Perhaps There Are Only A Few Women Who Experience Without Deception The Overwhelming Intoxication Of The Senses Which They Expectfrom Their Encounters With Men, Which They Feel Bound To Expect Because Of The Fuss Made About It In Novels, Written By Men.

All That Remains Is The Mad Desire For Present Identity Through A Woman.

We Live Technologically, With Man As The Master Of Nature, Man As The Engineer, And Let Anyone Who Raises His Voice Against It Stop Using Bridges Not Built By Nature.... No Electric Light Bulbs, No Engines, No Atomic Energy, No Calculating Machines, No Anaesthetics-back To The Jungle.

We Asked For Workers. We Got People Instead.