Telling A Story Of Illness, One Pulls

Ordinary Women Attempt To Change Our Bodies To Resemble A Pornographic Ideal. Ordinary Women Construct A False Self And Come To Hate This Self.

Perhaps Every Moment Of Time Lived In Human Consciousness Remains In The Air Around Us.

Yes We Are Devilish; That Is True We Cackle. Yes We Are Dark Like The Soil And Wild Like The Animals. And We Turn To Each Other And Stare Into This Darkness. We Find It Beautiful. We Find This Darkness Irresistible. We Cease All Hiding.

Before A Secret Is Told, One Can Often Feel The Weight Of It In The Atmosphere.

Even In The Grimmest Of Circumstances, A Shift In Perspective Can Create Startling Change.