*goes near the subway* Homer: "sing oh muse, of this lost soul."

My taste for women in media: stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters, collected the pieces and picked out a dagger, fake a smile, fake an orgasm, fake a laugh, do it all for him, what will you do when she takes your throne, beg her for power or throw her a bone, our women are cattle, there's blood on our kids, they paint me out to be bad so it's ok that I'm mad, all day, every day, therapist, mother, maid, nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant, a heretic child, feed me truth and feed me prayer, they're burning all the witches even if you aren't one so light me up, Cinderella's dead now, casket, the next time you breathe me in like oxygen all you'll find is poison