Political Correctness Is A Minefield

They Say The Path Of True Love Never Runs Smooth. Well, Luke And My True Love's Path Didn't Run At All, It Limped Along In New Boots That Were Chafing Its Heels. Blistered And Cut, Red And Raw, Every Hopping, Lopsided Step, A Little Slice Of Agony.

You Will Go On And Meet Someone Else And I'll Just Be A Chapter In Your Tale, But For Me, You Were, You Are And You Always Will Be, The Whole Story.

When Happiness Makes A Guest Appearance In One's Life,it's Important To Make The Most Of It.it May Not Stay Around For Long And When It Has Gone Wouldn't It Be Terrible To Think That All The Time One Could Have Been Happy Was Wasted Worrying When The Happiness Would Be Taken Away.

I Couldn’t Be With People And I Didn’t Want To Be Alone. Suddenly My Perspective Whooshed And I Was Far Out In Space, Watching The World. I Could See Millions And Millions Of People, All Slotted Into Their Lives; Then I Could See Me—i’d Lost My Place In The Universe. It Had Closed Up And There Was Nowhere For Me To Be. I Was More Lost Than I Had Known It Was Possible For Any Human Being To Be.

He Seemed Wild And Dangerous And Carefree--well, He Would, Would'nt He? What Were Motorcycles And Black Leather Pants If Not The Uniform Of A Wild, Dangerous And Carefree Man?