If I Poured All The Lies I

What Do You Do With All This Bank, Josie? Be A Lot Easier If You Just Lifted Your Skirt.” “the Only Reason I’d Lift My Skirt Is To Pull Out My Pistol And Plug You In The Head.

We All Laced Together—a Brothel Madam, An English Professor, A Mute Cook, A Quadroon Cabbie, And Me, The Girl Carrying A Bucket Of Lies And Throwing Them Like Confetti.

I Adore Themes Of Hope And Courage And The Ways We Find Meaning Through Suffering.

We'd Been Trying To Touch The Sky From The Bottom Of The Ocean.

Whether Love Of Friend, Love Of Country, Love Of God, Or Even Love Of Enemy—love Reveals To Us The Truly Miraculous Nature Of The Human Spirit.