Life's Full Of Tricky Snakes And Ladders.

I'm Cursed With The Gift Of Foresight.

All Human Activity Is Fruitless When Pitted Against The Girls And Boys Singing On Pop Television, For They Have Found The Answer As The Rest Of Us Search For The Question. I Will Sing, Too. If Not, I Will Have To Die.

This World, I Am Afraid, Is Designed For Crashing Bores.

These Tears I'm Wailing, I Spill Not Without Reason. Remove Them, My Dearest Love. Take Me To The Place I've Been Dreaming Of, Where The Grotesquely Lonely Meet The Grotesquely Lonely And They Whisper, Just Very Softly, Please Be Mine, Dearest Love.

Madonna Reinforces Everything Absurd And Offensive. Desperate Womanhood. Madonna Is Closer To Organized Prostitution Than Anything Else.