I Think It Is Very Difficult To

Beyond Love, Beyond Unrequited Love, Perhaps Even Beyond Any Other Passion Known To Humanity, Deep, Deep In The Depths Of The Turgid, Clinging, Swamplike Pit Of Despair That Lies Dormant Within Every Soul, Lurks Jealousy. Jealousy, That Most Demeaning And Debilitating Of Emotions. Jealousy, Which Can Double The Strength Of The Love Upon Which It Is Based, But Whilst Doubling It, Warp And Pervert It, Untill It Is No Longer Recognizable As The Thing Of Beauty It Once Was. Jealous Love Is No More Like True Love Than Mr Hyde Was Like Dr Jekyll Or A Stagnant Swamp Is Like A Freshwater Lake.

I Try Hard Not To Preach, But I Get Carried Away, Which Is A Mistake, But It's A Risk Worth Running.

I Think It Is Very Difficult To Legislate For Morality.

I Resent The Creation Of A World In Which Beauty Is A Reminder Of What We're Losing Rather Than A Celebration Of What We Have.

You Didn't Wake Up, Your Dreams Just Changed Gear.