I think it's important that people don't feel alone.
She never ever lost her head even when she was giving head.
I'm writing about real things. Real people. Real characters. You have to believe what I write about is true or you wouldn't pay any attention at all.
Valium would have helped that bash.
I'm an artist and that means I can be as egotistical as I want to be.
How could you even dream or think something of someone who is as uncommercial as I am?