"They can call us what they want, trolls, braggarts, demons of the confederate south, black skinned, light skinned, culturally full of I've had it just about up to here with all that nonsense. When we're here we're family. We can take our faces and smash them into oblitereens. Because when we're here, it's truly the quality of our souls that counts. How many of you can raise your hands and say that at least once you have betrayed your friends? I know I can. Does that make us bad people? Does that make us must to wear the skin of a roaring scampy banshee crawling through the halls a brute club in our ever constant grip? I must say that sure though we may live in a burning barn of white paint raising that does not mean we are cast forever godless. Look up, within that place your third eye sits a constant scanning. See something, diffracted from its miraculous gaze and take upon yourselves the armor of our lord and saviour cast within the undulating transience of its ever loving permanence. See it forth with me, chickens of the sixth hat stoop, that we can muster our necessary bravado, or good face smirk upon the mirror to our left, and take what is ours that which cannot be taken away from us. This, babies, is the grace of the Aquarian syzygy, this god blessed gorgeousnesses, is the hosanna of the heavenly Lorde and Taylor, this is the ello we have seen and prayed for, this is how we kiss our mothers. It's how we become our fathers as only we wish they could have been as if they are your mothers, don't you know?"