When Will People Learn That

Must Protect My Little Pockets Of Happiness.

I'm Afraid To Breathe In Case I Break The Spell

So What If I'm Ninety-three? So What If I'm Ancient And Cranky And My Body's A Wreck? If They're Willing To Accept Me And My Guilty Conscience, Why The Hell Shouldn't I Run Away With The Circus?

...poking A Lump Of Red Jello That Jiggles Outrageously, Like A Breast I Once Knew.

Hey! Shouts Camel. There Ain't No Woman In The World Worth Two Bottles Of Whiskey!