The Best Of All Possible Cages.' Ben

Don't Say It...i've Seen Too Many Loves Sundered By Too Much Needless Honesty.

High High In The Hills , High In A Pine Tree Bed. She's Tracing The Wind With That Old Hand, Counting The Clouds With That Old Chant, Three Geese In A Flock One Flew East One Flew West One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

If You Don't Watch It People Will Force You One Way Or The Other, Into Doing What They Think You Should Do, Or Into Just Being Mule-stubborn And Doing The Opposite Out Of Spite.

We Made Love. How Pedestrian The Words Look-trite, Worn, Practically Featureless With Use-but How Can One Better Describe That Which Happens When It Happens? That Creation? That Magic Blending? I Might Say We Became Figures In A Mesmerized Dance Before The Rocking Talisman Of The Moon, Starting Slow, So Slow... A Pair Of Feathers Drifting Through Clear Liquid Substance Of Sky... Gradually Accelerating, Faster And Faster And Finally Into Photon Existence Of Pure Light... As My Whole Straining Body Burst Like Fluid Electricity Into Hers.

If You've Got Love In Your Heart, Whatever You Do From That Moment Out Is Likely To Be Right. If You've Got That One True Note Ringing Inside You, Then Whatever You Do Is Going To Be Ok.