How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.
My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.
She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.
Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.