Flowers Are Words Even A Baby Can

I Was Beaten Up Wherever I Went, And People Shouted At Me And Cursed Me And Threw Things At Me.

You Fall Out Of Your Mother's Womb, You Crawl Across Open Country Under Fire, And Drop Into Your Grave.

The Gymnasiacs Of Venice, In California, Are So Addicted To These Practices That There Has Arisen A Nation Of Men Who Can No Longer Put Their Arms Against Their Sides

I Don't Think You Can Really Be Proud Of Being Gay Because It Isn't Something You've Done. You Can Only Be Proud Of Not Being Ashamed.

Exhibitionists Have No Friends, No Friends At All.