A System That Warehouses People

Art Is A Weapon In The Struggle Of Ideas, The Class Struggle.

Back Home The Black Women Are All Beautiful

I Am A Soul In The World: In The World Of My Soul The Whirled Light From The Day The Sacked Land Of My Father.

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes. Smell What Fouled Tunes Come In To His Breath. Love His Wretched Women.

Who Has Ever Stopped To Think Of The Divinity Of Lamont Cranston?