You Can Raise Welts Like Nobody Else,

I Figure I Wrote 37 Songs In 20 Years, And That's Not Exactly A Full-time Job. It Wasn't That I Was Writing And Writing And Writing And Quit.

They Love Us Everywhere We Go. So When In Doubt, Send The Marines.

Speaking Of Love, One Problem That Recurs More And More Frequently These Days, In Books And Plays And Movies, Is The Inability Of People To Communicate With The People They Love: Husbands And Wives Who Can't Communicate, Children Who Can't Communicate With Their Parents, And So On. And The Characters In These Books And Plays And So On, And In Real Life, I Might Add, Spend Hours Bemoaning The Fact That They Can't Communicate. I Feel That If A Person Can't Communicate, The Very Least He Can Do Is To Shut Up!

Filth, I'm Glad To Say, Is In The Mind Of The Beholder. When Correctly Viewed, Everything Is Lewd.

I Ache For The Touch Of Your Lips Dear, But Much More For The Touch Of Your Whips Dear.