All I Ask All I ask of a woman is that she shall feel gently towards me when my heart feels kindly towards her, and there shall be the soft tremor, as of unheard bells between us. It is all I ask. I am so tired of violent women lashing out and insisting on being loved, when there is no love in them.
The Man With The Woman Head Are you with me on this people? The man with the woman head. Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out, A mixture of oriental and early vaudeville jazz poofter, Forming a hard, beetle-like triangular chin much like a praying mantis. Smoky razor-cut, low on the ear neck profile. The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand. Dark circles collected under the wrinkled, folded eyes, Map-like from too much turquoise eye paint. He showed his old tongue through ill-fitting wooden teeth, Stained from too much opium, chipped from the years. The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers. A piece of coconut in a pink seashell caught the tongue And knotted into thin white strings. Charcoal grey Eisenhower jacket zipped into a load of green ascot. A coil of ashes collected on the white-on-yellow Daks. Four slender bones with rings and nails Endured the weight of a hard fast black rubber cigarette holder. I could just make out 'Ace' as he carried the tray and mouthed, "you cheap son of a bitch" As a straw fell out of a coke, cartwheeled into the gutter. So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood... So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood... So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood... Zappa, Frank (1940-1993)