Things Aren't Good Or Bad In And

Why Does Everyone Want To Own Me?" Pippa Mumbles. She's Got Her Head In Her Hands. "why Do They All Want To Control My Life -- How I Look, Whom I See, What I Do Or Don't Do? Why Can't They Just Let Me Alone?" "because You're Beautiful," Ann Answers, Watching The Fire Lick Her Palm. "people Always Think They Can Own Beautiful Things.

Without Further Warning, The Sky Opens Up And Cries.

Prepared To Fly, Even If She Has To Loose Her Legs To Do It

And Now I Understand That Truth Casts A Spell Of Its Own, One I'm Not Sure Of How To Hold On To, Though I'm Desperate To Try.

Greetings, Ax Murderer! I Was Just Wondering How You Like Your Eggs?