I Pursue Pleasure, But Stingily, Suspiciously.

Silence Kills Scandal.

Either Offer Me Something I Really Like, Or Stop Trying To Tempt Me.

The Horse Stares At Its Captor, Barely Remembering The Free Kicks Of Youth.

The Little Suckings And Smackings Of The Perversions Are The Sounds Of Joyous Infancy.

I Feel Affluent Or Not According To What Part Of Town I Am In.