The Worst Thing About Being A Great

Yes, Ok, Farty Is A Silly Word. I Wish I'd Never Used It. I'm 34. Perhaps It Was A Word For My 20s.

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

Any Closer Would Unravel Her Mystery, The Very Thing Which Made Her So Truly Beautiful...it Was Her Mystery That He Adored. He Was In Love With Everything That He Did Not Know About Her... No Real Sexual Encounter Could Ever Match The Secret One That He Could Nurture In His Imagination... No Living Flesh Could Ever Be The Erotic Equal Of Flesh Kept Private, Untouchable And Unknowable

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 Find The Fact That Billionaires Are Quoted As If The Fact That They Are Billionaires Gives Them Some Kind Of Wisdom Is Outrageous.