Added To The Moral Solitude Of The

The Time For Reasoning Is Past; Now's The Time To Get Steamed Up And Fight Like Mad.

I Could Not Take Lightly The Idea That People Made Love Without Me.

The Vaporish Cocaine Loosens The Contours Of Their Lives And Sets Their Bodies Adrift, And So They Are Untouchable.

My Heart's In My Hand, And My Hand Is Pierced, And My Hand's In The Bag, And The Bag Is Shut, And My Heart Is Caught.

There Is A Close Relationship Between Flowers And Convicts. The Fragility And Delicacy Of The Former Are Of The Same Nature As The Brutal Insensitivity Of The Latter.