We also challenged writers to imagine The Beat paying for an all expense paid winter holiday anywhere in the world for ten days. If we missed your piece this week, we'll catch you on the rebound. I really don't like to think about things by the year. 97 was really dark for me because I was locked up damn near the whole year. I feel naked and the world is covered with garments, my nakedness is unwanted and chosen.
People stare to glimpse at a unique being.
All eyes discover me faster than my taste buds meet my appetite. I have not chosen to be conceived here, but unfortunately I'm faster than 2 million other sperm. I feel my creativity is alone in an army full of institutionalized minds. I think I have manipulated my soul to believe the outside, covered world. My thoughts and feelings of 1997 are all the times were good except for the times the cops were messing with us.