Passion Goes, Boredom Remains.

I'm So Sick Of Immaturity, Of Name-calling, Of Labels, Of Gossip, Of High School. It Doesn't Make Sense Anymore, And I Find Myself Being Nice To People That I Want To Strangle.

As I Now Feel, I Would Wish To Be Borne Off Anywhere Out Of This World.

I Imposed Black; It Still Going Strong Today, For Black Wipes Out Everything Else Around

If You're Sad, Add More Lipstick And Attack.

Women Think Of All Colors Except The Absence Of Color. I Have Said That Black Has It All. White Too. Their Beauty Is Absolute. It Is The Perfect Harmony.