"In my bed she cast the blizzard out / A mock sun blazed upon her head / So completely filled with light she was / Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad" Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, "Do You Love Me ?" Let Love In
This will take some serious thinking. I will finish this page last, so there's probably no use in coming back here until I remove that 'Under Construction' Label from the main page. Women are too important to rush a page that I want to dedicate to the superior half of the human species, or at least to those specimen within that half that are worthy of such praise. Sound jaded to you ? Egocentric ? Read my Neural Pathways page, once I've gotten around to do it.
