This Time Has Finished Me.

My Youth, One Time, That Time I Knew Even Through The Nothingness, It Was A Celebration Of Something Not To Do But Only Know.

American Women Drove Hard Bargains And The Ended Up Looking The Worst For It. The Few Natural American Women Left Were Mostly In Texas And Louisiana.

Love Is A Form Of Prejudice. I Have Too Many Other Prejudices.

Since Some People Had Told Me That I Was Ugly, I Always Preferred Shade To The Sun, Darkness To Light

It’s Nice Enough To Make A Man Weep, But I Don’t Weep, Do You?