Not Every Woman In Old Slippers Can

When You Can't Have Anything Else, You Can Have Virtue.

As The Skull Of The Man Grows Broader, So Do His Creeds. And His Gods They Are Shaped In His Image And Mirror His Needs. And He Clothes Them With Thunders And Beauty, He Clothes Them With Music And Fire, Seeing Not, As He Bows By Their Altars, That He Worships His Own Desire.

Persian Pussy From Over The Sea Demure And Lazy And Smug And Fat None Of Your Ribbons And Bells For Me Ours Is The Zest Of The Alley Cat

Life's Too Damn Funny For Me To Explain.

This Is Another Day! Are Its Eyes Blurred With Maudlin Grief For Any Wasted Past? A Thousand Thousand Failures Shall Not Daunt! Let Dust Clasp Dust, Death, Death; I Am Alive!