Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.

I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.

In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.

I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.

My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.

Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.

Too many temples where we could worship the beast.