So I Am Lonely, But Not Alone,

Love Might Have Expanded Her. But We Are Not All Of Us Going To Get Loved. We Are Not All Of Us Going To Get Expanded.

It Used To Be Said That By A Certain Age A Man Had The Face That He Deserved. Nowadays, He Has The Face He Can Afford.

Each Life Is A Game Of Chess That Went To Hell On The Seventh Move(...)

Because We Are All Poets Or Babies In The Middle Of The Night, Struggling With Being.

Sex Was Like Disneyland To Her: An Allotment Of Organized Wonders And Legal Mischief.