If Talking Were Aerobic, I'd Be The

From Here On Out, There's Just Reality. I Think That's What Maturity Is: A Stoic Response To Endless Reality. But Then, What Do I Know?

I Don't Like My Face. I Don't Like To Look At It.

I Rarely Cry. I Save My Feelings Up Inside Me Like I Have Something More Specific In Mind For Them. I Am Waiting For The Exact Perfect Situationand Then Boom! I'll Explode In A Light Show Of Feeling And Emotion - A Pinata Stuffed With Tender Nuances And Pent-up Passions

You Know The Bad Thing About Being A Survivor... You Keep Having To Get Into Difficult Situations In Order To Show Off Your Gift.

My Favorite One To See Is The Metal Bikini On Men.