Perhaps They Were Looking For Passion; Perhaps

I Tell, Therefore You Are.

I Grew Up With The Biologists. I Know How They Think.

The Weapons That Were Once Outside Sharpening Themselves On War Are Now Indoors There, In The Fortress, Fragile In Glass Cases; Why Is It (i'm Thinking Of The Careful Moulding Round The Stonework Archways) That In This Time, Such Elaborate Defences Keep Things That Are No Longer (much) Worth Defending?

Better Never Means Better For Everyone... It Always Means Worse, For Some.

At The Very Least We Want A Witness. We Can't Stand The Idea Of Our Own Voices Falling Silent Finally, Like A Radio Running Down.