No. 146

Look at them, the sick, the rich, the well and the poor...

Together they stand, together they sit, brushing shoulder to shoulder as they advocate the creation of the aryan race.

Post and lintel strands of intersecting lives, breeding hybrids upon hybrids of men without difference.

The toll of their debt is an eternal one, payed only by the push of our virtuvian wheel.

Look at them...

Together they will eat, together they will sleep, and together they will work, weaving the patches of their history through the fabrication of our future.