I'm Homosexual. How And Why

The Time For Reasoning Is Past; Now's The Time To Get Steamed Up And Fight Like Mad.

They Spent Their Time Doing Nothing... They Let Intimacy Fuse Them.

Ah Those Knock-out Body Fluids: Blood, Sperm, Tears!

The Despondency That Follows Makes Me Feel Somewhat Like A Shipwrecked Man Who Spies A Sail, Sees Himself Saved, And Suddenly Remembers That The Lens Of His Spyglass Has A Flaw, A Blurred Spot -- The Sail He Has Seen.

There Is A Close Relationship Between Flowers And Convicts.