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A new suit of clothes wouldn't help me out much and even a set of wings would still leave me looking like John Farmers gargoyle scarecrow in his Sunday best. Most of those who die and are in a pretty dilipitated condition racked by illness to the parasites system (which is still the same) and the angelie expression is far removed. Possible, however, when they get over these they start growing young and wind-up with a pair of wings and a pair of diapers. How is that for fantasy? But we are living in the realities and the unemployed army of 10 million plus is growing-and the gallon and a half of stew the Pearl Street restaurant dumped in the swill-barrel didn't last five minutes... No wonder the pigs are plowed-under and the dogs have a far- away look in their eyes- even the police-dogs neglect to grab us by the shanks-wont even get u to sniff out pants to verify the high emprise of our social standing they don't seem to give a damn who we are-or possibly they have lost confidence in us and fear they will wind-up in a stew-pot. Stranger things have happened. You wouldn't call that fantasy or imaginings of a cracked writer! Two meals a day seems to be the rule (breakfast is composed of several groaning in bed) and, ifs do say so myself, the bed and the meals doesn't looking better than the man himself. There is no remedy other than organization. Organize as you are. You cannot gain strength be waiting. Strength can be gained only by organizing.