Hatred Is The Air I Breathe. It

I Didn't See Much Besides Melbourne And A Quick Trip Down To The Twelve Apostles, But All The Aussies I Encountered Were Good-spirited And Had A Fine Sense Of Humor.

I Prefer For A Woman's Most Private Of Areas To Have As Much Hair As Carlos Santana's Entire Band, Head To Toe, Circa 1972.

Different Groups In Different Areas Developed Different Traits To Assure Their Survival.

My Crazy Parents And Those Crazy Catholic Nuns Didn't Do A Good Job Of Forcing Me To Keep The Ten Commandments, But They Kept Me Forever Fixated On The Very Idea Of A Taboo.

Hatred Is The Air I Breathe. It Permeates Every Cell In My Body.