HEARING ROOM + Upstairs at 201 Poplar there is a room where people take shits on each other and i have the toilet paper to prove it. I know that people need advocates, because there are monsters out there. All kinds of em. Men, women, groups, anti groups, giant bugs that breathe fire. I wonder if it werent so easy to file a restraining order, would i be sitting among them. If i lived in a place where blood fury still ruled, would i have even been ensnared in the web of babylon at all, its whore architect (u know who u are) poised, in a cacoon of her own fear, to crash down on me with the full support of the law. Would i have been driven by love to murder? Would my friends be forced to lynch me without remorse? Would they sing laments of this and the sins of my fathers that have also become legend? Sometimes, in the erie glow of the light of babylon it is hard to remember that not all men are batterers, not all women are whores, not all blacks are niggers, not all goverments are corrupt, and not all giant bugs that breathe fire are attracted to shit, but some of them are, and with a vengeance.