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I Just Go In My Back Garden. It's The Only Place Where People Don't Come And Bother You.

Leigh [bowery] Affected A Posh English Voice And Elongated His Vowels, And You Never Knew If He Was Being Sincere Or Mocking You. If I Ever Commented On One Of His Outfits He Would Snip, "oh, Thank You, Mr. Boy George. I Do Value Your Opinion." And Then He Would Spin And Make Some Ridiculous Noise And Mince Off.

In Writing The Autobiography, I Can Really Chuckle When I Look At The Songs. I Was Acting Out The Part. I Saw Myself As A Victim.

Separation Penetrates The Disappearing Person Like A Pigment And Steeps Him In Gentle Radiance.

After Half An Hour The Drug Hit Me Like A Sensuous Tidal Wave. I Turned Into A Tactile Temptress And Wanted To Stroke The Whole World. It Gave Me Untold Confidence.