If You Were To Look Back At

Maybe I'm A Prehistoric Monster By Being An Individual. It's Highly Likely. All I Offer To Others Is Their Own Individuality. Grab It!

My Words Are My Bullets.

It's Volatile, The Marriage. Which One Isn't? Nothing Better Than A Good, Full-on Row. Get It All Out. Say Rude And Nasty Things. And Then Be Sorry. Genuinely Sorry, Afterwards.

Do Not Stand In The Middle, Go To The Right Or To The Left.

Michael Jackson Plays The Wounded Puppy Very Well. 'i Must Be The Loneliest Man In The World'. Well, You're Not A Man. And The Loneliness Is Self Inflicted, So Sod Off You Pathetic Puerile Pimp. I Wonder What Color His Willy Is.