This is the most punniest place on this homepage. The trick to this horrific event is that I have a tendency to take the titles of the songs of a Def Leppard album and write up a nonsensical paragraph using all the titles. I never said I was normal .... and I never said this place was supposed to make any sense at all. Just something to keep me preoccupied while I'm in my padded cell.

When the walls came tumbling down, you figured that it don't matter if you got wasted or if you had to answer to the master. Sorrow is a woman who doesn't give into an overture and gets her rocks off. And once you're part of the almighty rock brigade, all you can do is say hello America. Face it, it could be you, the one watching for your fateful satellite.

No, no, no, lady strange. Let it go, because you got me runnin' on through the night. You're bringin' on the heartbreak when you turn away after I request "Mirror, mirror, look into my eyes, and tell me this is not just another hit and run." You left me so high 'n' dry (saturday nite). What am I gonna do, when you switch 625 and leave me all alone?

I'm coming under fire, while you, "Rock! Rock! Till you drop!" All you want is "Action! Not words." But baby, I'm not foolin' ... I get stagefright everytime I hear you say that Billy's got a gun and make it clear that die hard the hunter will. So I'll just leave a photograph, because I know it's too late for love. This rock of ages is just gonna keep on a-rollin' ...

What can I say? I'm just excitable! I pray that one day Joe would pour some sugar on me and tell everybody that I'm his animal, but I have to face the reality that love bites. The gods of war are more lucky than I, who answers "Not yet!" when asked, "Armageddon it?" When bit by the bug of hysteria I'm told not to run riot, but all I need is some love and affection. Don't shoot shotgun when you're lonely though, because you'll take off like a rocket. But hey, even Joe can yell, "Thank God for women!"

"I wanna make love like a man!" you declare. My reply? "Let's get rocked!" Tonight we're gonna tear it down. As the white lightning plays across the sky, this personal property is going to stand up, kick love into motion. Heaven is being with you, and I want you to know that I wanna touch you. My god, have you ever needed someone so bad?

All I want is everything, but your blood runs cold when the gift of flesh is denied. My lonely heart tonight wants to know where does love go when it dies? Will you tell me the truth or do I have to work it out? Will you deliver me so I can breathe a sigh or will you just allow me to turn to dust? As I sit here, considering the one person I can slang with, I wonder briefly about a past feeling that is now alien to me. Thus I ask, what is your comfort zone? What is your personal pearl of euphoria? Move with me slowly, and maybe we'll find out together ....

I'd be your 21st century sha la la la girl all night if you'd be my demolition man. We could take walks beneath the paper sun and keep all the promises we make. I'm guilty of loving you and I have no shame, for we are just the servants of the kings of oblivion. With us, it's only love and it always comes back in your face. I never want to say goodbye or let what we have disintegrate. After all, it's a wonderful feeling, to be alive, living day after day.

Kiss the day, because now I have found a new four letter word. It's not everyday that someone says, "I can't believe I found a girl like you. You're so beautiful." Love don't lie, it's true, but I'm torn to shreds. It's a long, long way to go with the scars and how we cry, but if you let me be the one, the gravity of the situation will be unbelievable.