Sexual Intercourse... A Joyous, Joyous,

... Only Love Begets Love.

I Spell 'god' With A Small 'g' Because I Do Not Believe In Him, But I Love To Swear By Him.

To Withhold From Living Is To Die ... The More You Give Of Yourself To Life The More Life Nourishes You.

Not Afraid Of Poverty And Drabness And Who Is Untouched By It, Untouched By The Drunkenness Of Her Friends; (she) Who Judges, Selects, Discards People With Severity, Who Knows, When She Is Telling Her Endless Anecdotes, That They Are Ways Of Escape, Keeping Herself All The More Secret Behind That Profuse Talk.

I Have No Brakes On...analysis Is For Those Who Are Paralyzed By Life.