Like the shifting sands of politics, our marriage after a whirlwind romance ended up unhappily ever after. The time we had was forgotten and the way we were was forgiven. Notwithstanding sugar pills and sleeping pills, without you I felt insecure. Would you, bethought I, make a mental note of those spats and harangues were you over the hill.
YOUR YOUNGEST AND STRONGEST WILL FALL BY THE SWORD - You carry that stink of the street. - I like that. It makes me feel good. I like the smell of it. It opens up my lungs. And it gives me a hard-on. - Is this your way of getting revenge? - No. It's just the way I see things. But he'll always be a two-bit punk... ...so he'll never be my beloved.