Will You Take Me As

An Unhappy Mother Does Not Raise A Happy Child.

You Have This Mounting Aggressive Ignorance With The Rabbit's Foot Of Their Particular Religion. You Don't Really Have Any Kind Of Spiritual Law, Just A Kind Of A Rabid Mental Illness. The Songs Are A Little Slice Of Life.

Augustine, Anne Sexton And Sylvia Plath Are Confessional Writers And All Three Make Me Sick. I Have Nothing In Common With Them.

Everyone I Know Has Attention Deficit, And They Say It With Great Pride. It's A Bad Time To Be Right.

They Used To Laugh At Me When I Refused To Ride On All Those Double Decker Buses, All Because There Was No Driver On The Top.