Hope And Belief. I'd Always Wanted Hope,

There's The Usual Suspects In There, Green Day And The Clash And The Smiths, Yeah, But There's Also Ella And Frank, Even Dino, Some Curtis Mayfield And Minor Threat And Dusty Springfield And Belle & Sebastian, And As I Flip Through His Musical Life, Getting To Know His Tastes, I Must Acknowledge That Not Only Am I Not Frigid, But I Also May Be Multi-orgasmic.

Tal Told Me He Loved Me, And Told Me And Told Me, But You Don't Tell Someone That And Then Tell Them They're Not Experienced Enough In Bed And Should Read A Book Or Something To Learn, Or They Should Try Wearing Deep-red Lipstick And Tight Skirts To Look Hot Like Their Best Friend Once In A While. If Tal Hadn't Lied To Me When He Said He Loved Me, I Might Not Be Without A Future Right Now, A Sucker Who Was So Chickenshit She Allowed Herself To Believe A False Dream From A False God. I'm Not Sure I Ever Even Liked Tal, Much Less Loved Him.

It's Bullshit To Think Of Friendship And Romance As Being Different. They're Not. They're Just Variations Of The Same Love. Variations Of The Same Desire To Be Close.

No One Would Want To Read A Book In Which I Explain The Science Of Cloning Because It Would Be Very Dull And It Would Also Make No Sense.

[s]he Leans Into This Guy And Rocks Her Head Like I’m Making This Music For Her, When If I Could, I Would Take It All Away And Give Her As Much Silence As She’s Given Me Pain.