When She Kissed Him, He Melted Like

If You Want To Be Listened To, You Should Put In Time Listening.

If Sex Is A War, I Am A Conscientious Objector: I Will Not Play.

I Don't Even Remember What Mother And I Quarreled About: It Is A Continual Quarrel That Began When I Reached Puberty.

I Wrote To Make Sense Out Of All The Contradictions I Experienced And To Deal With The Pain And Loss I Was Undergoing.

Pain Is A Forcing Sieve That Turns Me To Gruel.