There's A Paradox In Every Paradigm.

Spring Is Super In The Supermarkets And The Strawberries Prance And Glow Never Mind That They're All Kinda Tart And Tasteless As Strawberries Go Meanwhile Wild Things Are Not For Sale Anymore Than They Are For Show So I'll Be Outside, In Love With The Kind Of Beauty It Takes More Than Eyes To Know

Life Is A Sleazy Stranger, Who Looks Vaguely Familiar; Flirting With A Bimbo Named Disaster At The End Of The Bar.

There's A Crowd Of People Harbored In Each Person There Are So Many Roles That We Play.

I Love All Those Great 'f' Words - Feminism, Folk Music.

Love Isn't Over When The Sheets Are Stained.