I Love To Do What I Do.

...a Man Can Only Stumble For So Long Before He Either Falls Or Stands Up Straight.

It's Not Imitating Anything; It Has Become A Better Version Of Itself.

Have You Finally Grown So Jealous Of My Impeccable Fashion Sense That You've Decided To Have Me Disposed Of?

I Think Given The Choice Between Loving Mare - Betrayal Included - And Never Knowing Her, I'd Chose Love. I Risked, And I Lost, But The Risk Was Still Worth It.

Personally, I Like It Much Better When Someone Else Does The Decision Making. That Way You Have Legitimate Grounds To Whine And Complain. I Tend To Find Both Whining And Complaining Quite Interesting And Amusing, Though Sometimes--unfortunately--it's Hard To Choose Which One Of The Two I Want To Do. Sigh. Life Can Be So Tough Sometimes.