Why Not? After All, It Belongs To

Your Naked Body Should Only Belong To Those Who Fall In Love With Your Naked Soul.

The Glamour Of It All! New York! America!

Hair Is Vitally Personal To Children. They Weep Vigorously When It Is Cut For The First Time; No Matter How It Grows, Bushy, Straight Or Curly, They Feel They Are Being Shorn Of A Part Of Their Personality.

Beauty Is An Omnipresence Of Death And Loveliness, A Smiling Sadness That We Discern In Nature And All Things, A Mystic Communion That The Poet Feels.

My Prodigious Sin Was, And Still Is, Being A Non-conformist.