I'm more of an adventurous type than a relationship type.
The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.
One who sings with his tongue on fire, gargles in the rat race choir.
I failed to communicate, that's why I chose to leave
If there's an original thought out there, I could use one right now.
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.