Life Is A Publicity Stunt. A Shill.

How Crazy Craziness Makes Everyone, How Irrationally Afraid. The Madness Hidden In Each Of Us, Called To, Identified, Aroused Like A Lust. And Against That The Jaw Sets. The More I Fear My Own Insanity The More I Must Punish Yours.

You Won't Do Any More Housework Then You Go To The Bin.

Mystical State, Madness, How It Frightens People. How Utterly Crazy They Become, Remote, Rude, Peculiar, Cruel, Taunting, Farouche As Wild Beasts Who Have Smelled Danger, The Unthinkable.

They Weren't Crazy. They Were Tired Of Being Locked Up. Even I Could See That.

The Worst Part About Prostitution Is That You're Obliged Not To Sell Sex Only, But Your Humanity. That's The Worst Part Of It: That What You're Selling Is Your Human Dignity. Not Really So Much In Bed, But In Accepting The Agreement - In Becoming A Bought Person.