"What," she had written, "am I so afraid of? I'm not afraid to show my hideous deformity to the world every day--in fact I revel in the discomfort my appearance causes, in the revulsion it evokes. I have to live with it every day; so should everyone else.
"I make men make love to my ugliness as the price for the information they seek. Why can't I give myself to the one who might love me for myself? Is it fear? Fear that he doesn't really care, that he's using me, that he'll drop me the moment he achieves all he wants?
"I'm such a coward."
"You really believe that?
"I do."
"You willing to die for that belief?"
"I am."
"Love. You can learn all the math in the 'verse, but you take a boat in the air you don't love, she'll shake you off just as sure as the turning of worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughtta fall down, tells you she's hurting 'fore she keens. Makes her a home."
Eh,fuck it.
Who am I shitin?
I'm a pitiful sight
And I ain't all that bright.
I'm definitely not chizzled from stone.
I'm a cheat & a liar,
No woman's desire, I'll probly die cold & alone.
If you could look into this old face and try to see the young man
I swear I once was pretty, not the monster you now see
But I squandered all my chances, lost my faith and took for granted
This life and precious one chance, the whirlwind I'll wreak
So come on all you losers, you bastards and cheats
Vagrants and barflies down on the street
Follow this path to salvation, vindication awaits
We're marching on East Broadway street tonight
