Ah Those Knock-out Body Fluids: Blood, Sperm,

They Spent Their Time Doing Nothing... They Let Intimacy Fuse Them.

The Fame Of Heroes Owes Little To The Extent Of Their Conquests And All To The Success Of The Tributes Paid To Them.

It's The Hour When Night Breaks Away From The Day, My Dove, Let Me Go.

Anyone Who Knows A Strange Fact Shares In Its Singularity.

She Was Happy, And Perfectly In Line With The Tradition Of Those Women They Used To Call "ruined," "fallen," Feckless, Bitches In Heat, Ravished Dolls, Sweet Sluts, Instant Princesses, Hot Numbers, Great Lays, Succulent Morsels, Everybody's Darlings . . .