Strip your psyche to the bare bones of spontaneous process, and you give yourself one chance in a thousand, to make the Pass.

In the beginning his flesh was simply soft, so soft that he was cut to the bone by dust particles, air currents and brushing overcoats while direct contact with doors and chairs seemed to occasion no discomfort. No wound healed in his soft, tentative flesh... Long white tendrils of fungus curled round the naked bones.

We strip them down to bare bones and add the armor material and the protected glass and then put them back together. We put them together so that you can't tell that they're armored at first glance.

It's a bare bones thing.

Thanks for the American dream, to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through. Thanks for a country where nobody's allowed to mind their own business.

I am getting so far out one day I won't come back at all.