Love Is A Very Hard Feeling To

I Love You When I Forget About Me.

There'll Be Icicles And Birthday Clothes And Sometimes There'll Be Sorrow

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

Some Get The Gravy, Some Get The Gristle.

The Bands And The Roadies, Love 'em And Leave 'em. It's Pleasure To Try 'em, But Trouble To Keep 'em.