you smell like the plague:
I remember when i was a girl our house caught on fire and i’ll never forget the look on my father’s face as he gathered me in his arms and raced to the burning building out on the pavement and i stood there shivering and watched the whole world go up in flames and when it was all over I said to myself — is that all there is to a fire? Is that all there is? Is that all there is? If that’s all there is, my friends, then let’s keep dancing, Let’s break out the booze and have a ball if that’s all there is.
And when i was twelve years old my daddy took me to the circus the greatest show on earth and there were clowns and elephants, dancing bears, and a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads and as I sat there watching. I had the feeling that something was missing, I don’t know what but when it was all over, I said to myself — is that all there is to the circus? Is that all there is? If that’s all there is, my friends, then let’s keep dancing, let’s break out the booze and have a ball if that’s all there is.
And then i fell in love with the most wonderful boy in the world we’d take long walks down by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other’s eyes. We were so very much in love and then one day he went away and I’d thought I’d die but I didn’t and when I didn’t I said to myself — is that all there is to love? Is that all there is? If that’s all there is, my friends, then let’s keep… I know what you must be saying to yourselves — If that’s the way she feels about it then why doesn’t she just end it all?
Oh no. not me. I’m not ready for the final disappointment cause i know just as well as I’m standing here talking to you that when that final moment comes and I’m breathing my last breath I know what I’ll be saying to myself — is that all there is? Is that all there is? If that’s all there is, my friends, then let’s keep dancing, let’s break out the booze and have a ball if that’s all there is.
— Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller
he looks like this:


"When I am lonely for boys it's their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes . . . the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual; that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don't move, I think. Stay like that. Let me have that. What power they have over me is held through the eyes..."~ Margaret Atwood (Cat's Eye)