page 5, 4/11/07 by B.Hofmeister

Text: "Happy birthday to you. happy birthday to you. happy birthday, dear Brian... I destroyed a small city!"

page 4, 4/19/07 by B.Hofmeister

Text: "My earliest dreams, not nocturnal, but wakeful aspirations, always were abstracted into images of me flying weightless through the clouds. It's true. My earliest imaginings of admiration and love were often abstracted into images of me with the strength and the will to throw the loved one in question high into the air and catching them."