Written on the wings of a long lost trip.. April 19, 1999 A gross and sickening introspective look into the mind of a truly demented person.. You better believe.. C'mon mothers, set your children free. Let them run with us, in the forests and the streams. Let them dwell amongst us, may we all get along? I remember what happened last time your children freed themselves, all hell broke loose. That won't happen again though, we promise. …showed first 75 words of 1387 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1387 total…ever happened to him will happen again, it will happen to our neighbors, and to our politicians, he is not the last one to become a hapless wanderer, nor the first.. Please Lord give us a hand, there has got to be some changes, a whole lot of rearranges, I just hope love is the answer.. everybody.. grab somebody.. everybody.. love somebody.. Bibliography [This is a creative story, and thus does not have a bibliography.]