Happy! That Is Indefinable As Far As

I Want To Be Important. By Being Different. And These Girls Are All The Same.

I, Love, I Am The Pure Acetylene Virgin Attended By Roses.

There I Went Again, Building Up A Glamorous Picture Of A Man Who Would Love Me Passionately The Minute He Met Me, And All Out Of A Few Prosy Nothings.

You Are The One. Solid The Spaces Lean On, Envious. You Are The Baby In The Barn.

Love, Love, I Have Hung Our Cave With Roses.