Gonna be wild

No, but she was ruined just the same.

It's just a formality. You artists are all bohemians.

Kids, they are disobedient disrespectful oafs

It's a mistake you always made, Doc, trying to love a wild thing.

Way he's been shakin', I wouldn't trust him with a firecracker.

The house stands empty.

Yet man is sceptical of what is right before him.

In fact man wishes to commit evil in front of Him!

Nay, but man desires to continue on as a libertine,

Aye! man desireth that he may sin before him.

Nay! (Man denies Resurrection and Reckoning. So) he desires to continue committing sins.

But man wants to deny what is ahead of him.

But man desires to persist in his evil ways.

But man would fain deny what is before him.

Indeed, man desires to go on living viciously.

Rather, the human desires to continue in his immorality,

But man desires to continue in sin.

In fact, people want to have eternal life in this world.

Nay! man desires to give the lie to what is before him.

Yet man wants to deny what is ahead of him

But man wishes to do wrong (even) in the time in front of him.

Abandoned, then.

At least I don't put a mirror like that.

Citizens of rich countries may be self centered and self indulgent, but things are not quite as horrible as some would have us believe. True, the ultra rich United States does only give a pathetic 0.2 of its income in aid.

You're all sluts.

I mean so bad that you just feel kind of empty inside, you know?

Think about this Here were girls who braved danger to become breadwinners during years in which they couldn't even be on their streets.

He kicked a child, grabs the child like this and I let it go.

Burn, ye naked Jezebel, burn.

She's the easiest girl in the world.

So this is slowed down.

Listen he didn't want you to know that you were an itinerant player's son.

Geek. Fatty. Slut. Fag.

The flowers are going in my locker. Then I'll know where they are. Okay.

More like a slut!

You mustn't give your heart to a wild thing.

But it soon became clear that Abraham Lincoln would emerge as the undisputed captain of this unruly team.

They'll all hover around me.

Many people believe, in fact, that death begins in the eyes, not in the heart, not in the lungs, and that's when people give up hope, or when any life form gives up hope.

Well, you mean the gay old bohemian days of gay old San Francisco.

Oh, wake up, Norma. You'd be killing yourself to an empty house.

It doesn't suit you, the debauchery, the carousing.

His first adventure was with a party of those men whose profligate ways could be conducted with safety only under the protection of red coats.

You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing.