(by the way . . . I realize I switch from present to past tense, and if you don't like it . . . ram a nipple up your scrotum. -printer: leave this in.)

I’ve seen too many intellectuals lately. I get very tired of the precious intellects who must speak diamonds every time they open their mouths. I get tired of battling for each space of air for the mind. That’s why I stayed away from people for so long, and now that I am meeting people, I find that I must return to my cave.

The ass is the face of the soul of sex.

Man is the victim of an environment which refuses to understand his soul.

that even the most casual of compliments can be given that extra little touch that women adore.

Never envy a man his lady. Behind it all lays a living hell.