You Walk Like A Duck

I Stared At Jean-claude And It Wasn't The Beauty Of Him That Made Me Love Him, It Was Just Him. It Was Love Made Up Of A Thousand Touches, A Million Conversations, A Trillion Shared Looks. A Love Made Up Of Danger Shared, Enemies Conquered, A Determination To Neither Of Us Would Change The Other, Even If We Could. I Love Jean-claude, All Of Him, Because If I Took Away The Machiavellian Plottings, The Labyrinth Of His Mind, It Would Lessen Him, Make Him Someone Else.

Once Upon A Time Wasn't As Long Ago As It Used To Be.

If You Fear Nothing, Then You Are Not Brave. You Are Merely Too Foolish To Be Afraid.

When In Doubt, Ignore And Be Horribly Unimpressed

Would You Truly Sleep With Strangers?" "i Don't Know, I Haven't Met The Strangers Yet.