A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.

She had bullets in her eyes and they fired.

Since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, I'll bid farewell and be down the line.

You walk into the room like a camel and then put your eyes in your pockets and your nose on the ground.

I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass, but sometimes you just find yourself over the line.

Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

Maybe in the 90s or possibly in the next century people will look upon the 80s as the age of masturbation, when it was taken to the limit; that might be all that's going on right now in a big way.