From: Biohazrd@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Weirded Out
Date: Thu Jul 21 12:04:40 1994
    They sit and stare at me...I don't fit, I never will, they have the 
sheep-glaze over their eyes, hooded like a snakes...they all wear white or 
pastels...they see me in my black and know that I am inside of me, rotten 
and rotting away.
    "I don't understand how people can hate other people for little things 
like their religon, or the color of their skin." Says one of them, I'm 
wearing my shades and drawing so I don't see her.
    "It's easy." I say.
    "You have something to share with the class?" Askes the teacher, who 
should have died in 1970 because he's stuck with Ram Dass in his head 
doing the thinking for him, never has an original thought.
    "Yeah, I guess I do. It's easy to hate for skin color...it's easy to 
hate for religon. Anything, taste in clothes or music, weight, hair color, 
speech patern, anything can make us hate. We hate freely and beautifully. 
We hate better then anything, because we are humans. And all humans are 
inherently evil."