All of us, ultimately, we're not that interesting, when it comes down to it.

Madonna reinforces everything absurd and offensive. Desperate womanhood. Madonna is closer to organized prostitution than anything else.

Disappointment came to me, and booted me, and bruised and hurt me, but that's how people grow up.

These tears I'm wailing, I spill not without reason. Remove them, my dearest love. Take me to the place I've been dreaming of, where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonely and they whisper, just very softly, Please be mine, Dearest Love.

Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began.

I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does.

People like me prove that you can survive without romance, even though you end up a bit unbalanced and you tend to argue with your own reflection.