It Began As A Mistake.

I Have A Face Like A Washrag. I Sing Love Songs And Carry Steel. I Would Rather Die Than Cry. I Can't Stand Hounds Can't Live Without Them. I Hang My Head Against The White Refrigerator And Want To Scream Like The Last Weeping Of Life Forever But I Am Bigger Than The Mountains.

I'll Use The Knives For Spreading Jam, And The Gas To Warm My Greying Love.

I'm Going, She Said. I Love You But You're Crazy, You're Doomed.

Style Means No Shield At All. Style Means No Front At All. Style Means Ultimate Naturalness. Style Means One Man Alone With Billions Of Men About.

Love Is A Form Of Prejudice. I Have Too Many Other Prejudices.