These tears I'm wailing. I spill not without reason. Remove them. . My dearest love. My. . Take me to the place I've been dreaming of. Where the grotesquely lonely.
We love them. We mourn for them. Unlucky boys of Red. . I wish I'd gone down. Gone down with them. To where Mother Nature makes their bed. . We miss them.
Mama, why did you do it?. Mama, who drove you to it?. . Was it the pigs in grey suits. Persecuting you?. Uncivil servants. Unconcerned at how they frighten you?.