Sanity has no defence against the teeth of
everday life; the rabid dogs of the slavering
packs of landlords and dentists and loan sharks.
It's all over, for those of you who insist on
playing the game out straight, who think you
must maintain the sickly grey vines, called justice,
on some broken up trellis-ten coats of paint, cheap,
all the same unnatural color- within you.
From The Wraith by Steven Jesse Bernstein (page 58)
