When you have a brush in your hand, inking a beautiful woman is a lot like running your hands over her.
Of course we're Criminals
Sometimes the solitary voice can be the best one.
The rain on my chest is a baptism - I'm born again.
I always knew it would come down to you and the big blue school boy. Planet's too big for the BOTH of you. When it all comes down, I want a piece of him. A small piece, will do? For OLD TIMES, sake, you know..it still hurts when its cold.
But I'm not trying to convince anybody how to vote or how to live. Nobody's ever successfully accused me of being realistic.