Life Isn't Some Vertical Or Horizontal Line

There Are So Many Great 19th-century Photographers, And It's Really My Favorite Period, But The Amateurs Did Such Beautiful Work.

Love Is An Angel Disguised As Lust.

I Walk Alone, Assaulted It Seems, By Tears From Heaven.

My Mother Answers All My Fan Mail.

Ms. It Sounds Like A Sick Bumblebee, It Sounds Frigid. I Mean, Who The Hell Would Ever Want To Stick His Hand Up The Dress Of Somebody Who Goes Around Calling Herself Something Like Ms.? It's All So Stupid.