by Tomorrow's Man
April 01, 2004
It is April 2004, I can smoke 14 cigarettes in 91 minutes and not be proud of the mess I make of myself at all unless a poem's been written, a sovereign right has been defended, or a loved one knows I love them; I'll rape your ass if you try to hijack a plane I'm on. Got me? New World Order. April Fool's Day, world -- don't underestimate the Quiet Multitudes.