Greeting

"How're you doing?"

	How am I doing?
	Look at the world!
	Can you find happiness in this hell?
	Death dances in every doorway, Famine feasts on the 
	indifference of the rich, Pestilence drips from our 
	lying lips, and War thrives in our hearts.
	How am I doing?
	I hate what I see.  Therefore, being a product of my 
	senses, I hate myself.  My love is a lie to comfort 
	my conscious on it's deathbed.
	How am I doing?

"Oh, I'm doing fine."

-megazone, translating my answers, 9/10/93