To Be Without God Is To Be

The Soul Was Not Cured, It Was As Full As A Clothes Closet Of Dresses That Did Not Fit.

Take Your Foot Out Of The Graveyard, They Are Busy Being Dead.

As It Has Been Said: Love And A Cough Cannot Be Concealed. Even A Small Cough. Even A Small Love.

I Am So Imperfect, Can You Love Me When Really My Soul Is Deformed? Will You Love Me Anyhow?

A Woman / Who Loves A Woman / Is Forever Young.