When We Are Not Sure, We Are

Media Is Just A Word That Has Come To Mean Bad Journalism.

What Have We All Got To Expect That We Allow Ourselves To Be So Lined With Disappointment?

As The End Of The What Is Called The 'sexual Life' The Only Love Which Has Lasted Is The Love Which Has Everything, Every Disappointment, Every Failure And Every Betrayal, Which Has Accepted Even The Sad Fact That In The End There Is No Desire So Deep As The Simple Desire For Companionship.

We Remember The Details Of Our Story, We Do Not Invent Them.

O God, You've Done Enough, You've Robbed Me Of Enough, I'm Too Tired And Old To Learn To Love, Leave Me Alone For Ever.