Peace to the real people of this world; the school boys who wake up every morning fearing the classroom because they gleefully wait upon castration; the ones who aspire to be somebody in a world where its better to be represented by a mass than the Self; the fool on the hill without any friends to stand with in the rainy winds of the Joburg winter; the man in the mirror who hates himself because he has been taught by society that he is Outcast number X; the stoner who just sits and allows people to undermine him, for he knows the measure of his worth. "I am His, You are His, You are Me, and WE are all together." This is my world...