So, That’s What They Wanted: Lies. Beautiful

I Kept Telling Myself That All The Women In The World Weren´t Whores, Just Mine.

Cautiously, I Allowed Myself To Feel Good At Times. I Found Moments Of Peace In Cheap Rooms Just Staring At The Knobs Of Some Dresser Or Listening To The Rain In The Dark. The Less I Needed The Better I Felt.

I Guess We Often Get The Deep Blues, Both Of Us, And Wonder What It All Means- The People, The Buildings, The Day By Day Things, The Waste Of Time, Of Ourselves.

Any Asshole Can Chase A Skirt, Art Takes Discipline.

Look, Let Me Put It This Way: With Me, You’re Number One And There Isn’t Even A Number Two.