How Can You Be So Many Women

I Write Only Because There Is A Voice Within Me That Will Not Be Still

The Sun Gives You Ulcers, The Wind Gives You T.b. Once You Were Beautiful.

A Million Years Of Evolution, Eric Said Bitterly, And What Are We? Animals.

Pretty Soon, The Only Doubt In My Mind Was The Precise Time And Method Of Committing Suicide. The Only Alternative I Could See Was An Eternity Of Hell For The Rest Of My Life In A Mental Hospital, And I Was Going To Use My Last Ounce Of Free Choice And Choose A Quick Clean Ending.

What A Man Wants Is A Mate And What A Woman Wants Is Infinite Security.