Every single night

I endure the flight

Of little wings of white-flamed

Butterflies in my brain

These ideas of mine

Percolate the mind

Trickle down the spine

Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze

That's when the pain comes in

Like a second skeleton

Trying to fit beneath the skin

I can't fit the feelings in

Every single night's alight with my brain

What'd I say to her

Why'd I say it to her

What does she think of me

That i'm not what I ought to be

That i'm what I try not to be

It's got to be somebody else's fault

I can't get caught

If what I am is what I am, cause I does what I does

Then brother, get back, cause my breast's gonna bust open

The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk yoke and

I just made a meal for us both to choke on

Every single night's a fight with my brain

I just want to feel everything

So i'm gonna try to be still now

Gonna renounce the mill a little while and

If we had a double-king-sized bed

We could move in it and i'd soon forget

That what I am is what I am cause I does what I does

And maybe i'd relax, let my breast shot bust open

My heart's made of parts of all that surround me

And that's why the devil just can't get around me

Every single night's alright, every single night's a fight

And every single fight's alright with my brain

I just want to feel everything

I just want to feel everything

I just want to feel everything

I just want to feel everything

fiona apple.

I am not an angry girl but it seems like I've got everyone fooled
Every time I say something they find hard to hear
They chalk it up to my anger and never to their own fear
And imagine you're a girl just trying to finally come clean
Knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty and smiling
And I am sorry but I am not a maiden fair
And I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

- Not a Pretty Girl by Ani DiFranco

“Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person's sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. Show me the person they sleep with and I will tell you their valuation of themselves. No matter what corruption they're taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment - just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity! - an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exultation, only on the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces them to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and accept their real ego as their standard of value. They will always be attracted to the person who reflects their deepest vision of themselves, the person whose surrender permits them to experience - or to fake - a sense of self-esteem .. Love is our response to our highest values - and can be nothing else.”

― Ayn Rand