A Piano Might Fall On Your Head,

Now Let's Try To Understand That Falling Into Sexual And Emotional Thrall With An Underage Blood Relative Hadn't Exactly Been On My List Of Things To Do While Visiting England,but I Was Coming Around To The Belief That Whether You Liked It Or Not, Things Happen And Once They Start Happening You Pretty Much Just Have To Hold On For Dear Life And See Where They Drop You When They Stop.

I Noticed That Once You Realize Someone's Watching You It's Pretty Hard Not To Find Yourself Watching Them Back.

I, A Late Riser, Fantasise About Getting Up Every Morning At 5 A.m. To Fetch The Horses In From The Fields.

I'd Like To Think Life Has Improved Since 1850, Despite The Long Hours We All Seem To Spend Slaving Over Hot Computers, But The Psychological Journeys Remain The Same - The Search For Love, Identity, A Meaningful Place In The World.

And Still The Brain Continues To Yearn, Continues To Burn, Foolishly, With Desire. My Old Man's Brain Is Mocked By A Body That Still Longs To Stretch In The Sun And Form A Beautiful Shape In Someone Else's Gaze, To Lie Under A Blue Sky And Dream Of Helpless, Selfless Love, To Behold Itself, Illuminated, In The Golden Light Of Another's Eyes.