Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.

I avoid people who I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia but also a habit.

And if you have five seconds to spare, I'll tell you the story of my life".

I always thought my genitals were the result of some crude practical joke.

I can chase you, and I can catch you, but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.

I've gone through managers like people go through shredded wheat. Nobody looks after you.

Young bones groan And the rocks below say, "Throw your white body down!" But I'm going to meet the one I love At last