I Knew It Would Be You

Her Violence Frightened Me. She Always Claimed That I Was The Jealous One, And I Was Often Jealous, But When I Saw Things Working Against Me I Simply Became Disgusted And Withdrew. Lydia Was Different. She Reacted. She Was The Head Cheerleader At The Game Of Violence.

Style Means No Shield At All. Style Means No Front At All. Style Means Ultimate Naturalness. Style Means One Man Alone With Billions Of Men About.

I Went Home Each Night Dizzy And Sick. He Was Murdering Me With The Sound Of His Voice.

It’s So Easy To Be Easy—if You Let It.

God Is A Lonely Place Without Steak.