It's just that the grape has me down.
I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories.
The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.
Sexual intercourse is kicking death in the ass while singing.
There's a light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness.
I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.