A Little Touch Of Chaos And Danger

I Wave To The Double-decker Buses From My Bike, But The Passengers Never Wave Back. Why? Am I Not An Attraction?

Analysis Is Like A Lobotomy. Who Wants To Have All Their Edges Shaved Off?

A Little Touch Of Chaos And Danger Makes A City Sexy.

Sometimes It's A Form Of Love Just To Talk To Somebody That You Have Nothing In Common With And Still Be Fascinated By Their Presence.

I Don't Care How Impossible It Seems.