I Tried Good Taste, But

I Gulp Down My Pleasures, Chew Over My Miseries.

Self-realization Is A Comedown From Salvation, But Still Gives Us Something To Hope For.

I Reject All Evidence That My Fabulous Beloved Is An Ordinary Person Who Worries, Watches Tv, And Has Bouts Of Indigestion.

Blonds Look Angelic, But Can (oh, Happy!) Be Fleshy As Well.

I Was Once In Love With Books. Now They Go Their Way And I Go Mine.