The most terrifying thing i have ever seen
was a portrait painted by a female artist
of a man who had raped her in a park one night.

woke up from a dream in which i was a confederate soldier...why i was on the South's side is beyond me...apparently i possessed the same knowledge as i do now, because i couldn't get my damned rifle to load....i was running around picking up partially-loaded rifles...i came across this thick-metaled, rusty machine that makes and loads bullets, but couldn't figure out how to use it...when we were overrun, the Yanks stood beside me as bewildered as anyone else at this technology...it is funny to think that an advanced technology can cause a respite from battle...