We Survive Until, By Sheer

Sometimes Just Looking At [my Parents] I Wanted To Bash Their Heads With A Tire Iron. Not To Kill Them, Just To Wake Them Up.

How Deep And Sticky Is The Darkness Of Childhood, How Rigid The Blades Of Infant Evil, Which Is Unadulterated, Unrestrained By The Convenient Cushions Of Age And Its Civilizing Anesthesia.

From The Time I Was Little, I'd Been Kind Of Freaked Out By The Whole Deal With Large Groups Of People. And Even Moderate - Sized Groups Of People. It's Always Made Me Very Uncomfortable. It's Such A Strange Phenomenon, What Happens To People When They're All Moving In The Same Direction, All Chanting The Same Tune, The Same Line Of Slogans Or Something. That Stuff Always Seems Very Alien And Bizarre To Me, And Kind Of Scary.

It Goes In Streaks. But Some Things Never Go Out Of Fashion.' Hunger Artists, Fat Folks, Giants, And Dog Acts Come And Go But Real Freaks Never Lose Their Appeal.

But The Idea That Women Can't Take Care Of Themselves Still Permeates Our Culture.