Why don't you shut the door and close the curtains? 'Cause you're not going anywhere
He's coming up the stairs
And in a moment he'll want to see your underwear

I couldn't stop it now
There's no way to get out
He's standing far too near and how the hell did you get in here
Semi-naked in somebody else's room?

If you close your eyes and just remember that this is what you wanted last night

So why is it so hard for you to touch him
For you to go and give yourself to him, oh, Jesus

parliament of saints

I LIKE I LIKE I LIKE I LIKE everything about U

"the illness is speaking for me because I have asked it to do so";

"He who desires but act not, breeds pestilence"

the romantic idea that the disease expresses
the character is invariably extended to assert
that the character causes the disease - because it has
not expressed itself. Passion moves inward, striking
and blighting the deepest cellular recesses.
"The sick man himself creates his disease," Groddeck
wrote; "he is the cause of the disease and we need
seek none other/'