She was better than the Beatles, better than Eric Clapton's cocaine. I would throw myself at her, like a suicide bomber, like the hippies in the mud at Woodstock. I would choose her, and that ass, if I could choose between the devil and Janis Joplin. She does what she wants with whoever she wants. Today she's lazy, because sometimes she gets tired of carrying the burden of having such a delicious pussy. Be careful when looking at her up close. From afar, a beautiful sunset, up close a meteor entering the atmosphere and extinguishing life on Earth.