And alien tears will fill for him Pity's long-broken urn, For his mourners will be outcast men, And outcasts always mourn.

The cat of the slums and alleys, starved, outcast, harried,... still displays the self- reliant watchfulness which man has never taught it to lay aside.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams.

There was a certain freedom in being on the outside. He watched instead of being watched.

Did all outcasts come to this realization at a certain point in life? That being outcast from a bogus and pornographic society actually was a good thing? I hoped so. I hoped there was an army of us out there, smiling about it that very moment.

Either this wallpaper goes, or I do!