When I Was A Young Hippy, I

We Live In A True Chaos Of Contradicting Authorities, An Age Of Conformism Without Community, Of Proximity Without Communication.

The Most Popular Image Of The Female Despite The Exigencies Of The Clothing Trade Is All Boobs And Buttocks, A Hallucinating Sequence Of Parabolae And Bulges.

Perhaps Catastrophe Is The Natural Human Environment, And Even Though We Spend A Good Deal Of Energy Trying To Get Away From It, We Are Programmed For Survival Amid Catastrophe.

Every Time A Woman Makes Herself Laugh At Her Husband's Often-told Jokes She Betrays Him. The Man Who Looks At His Woman And Says 'what Would I Do Without You?' Is Already Destroyed.

A Full Bosom Is Actually A Millstone Around A Woman's Neck.