Snowman Wakes Before Dawn.

You Can Wipe Your Feet On Me, Twist My Motives Around All You Like, You Can Dump Millstones On My Head And Drown Me In The River, But You Can’t Get Me Out Of The Story. I’m The Plot, Babe, And Don’t Ever Forget It.

Screw Poetry, It’s You I Want, Your Taste, Rain On You, Mouth On Your Skin.

There's Always Something To Occupy The Inquiring Mind.

Once Upon A Time, Novelists Of The 19th Century, Such As Charles Dickens, Published In Serial Form.

You Think I'm Not A Goddess? Try Me. This Is A Torch Song. Touch Me And You'll Burn.