The redubbed nothingness we give faces grows horns and molests us. Our ideas are plagues, the anarchy of frogs bedraggles the human race. Throw off your puppetial names, burn your labels for they are naught but libel besides. Our vibrant minds wan themselves with compulsive catigorizing, shoving, cutting, editing the oddities until they fit parcel package post. Our futile filing shall yet chill us to the core. A holocaust by identification by society; captured, tagged and mounted; a glass case within. Though we yet bleed, the pins of definition crucify us all.