You May Be A Lady But You

The Radio Was On And That Was The First Time I Heard That Song, The One I Hate. Whenever I Hear It All I Can Think Of Is That Very Day Riding In The Front Seat With Lucy Leaning Against Me And The Smell Of Juicy Fruit Making Me Want To Throw Up. How Can A Song Do That? Be Like A Net That Catches A Whole Entire Day, Even A Day Whose Guts You Hate? You Hear It And All Of A Sudden Everything Comes Hanging Back In Front Of You, All Tangled Up In That Music.

You Can't Know What A Book Is About Until The Very End. This Is True Of A Book We're Reading Or Writing.

When You Think About It, Giving Up Your Real Personality Is A Small Price To Pay For The Richness Of Living Happily Ever After With An Actual Man!

What Is An Imaginary Friend? Are There Also Imaginary Enemies?

Are Memories Pictures Or The Secret Doorway?