I Guess You Go For Nothing, If

What Were The Bodies Like On The Beach? Ugly And White And Ruined By Offices.

Deprivation Is The Mother Of Poetry.

If You Want A Lover I'll Do Anything You Ask Me To. And If You Want Another Kind Of Love I'll Wear A Mask For You.

You Are Locked Into Your Suffering And Your Pleasures Are The Seal.

I Have Tried In My Way To Be Free.