I Didn't Cross The Line, You Drew

A Halloween-haired, Sachsgate-enacting, Estuary-whining, Glitter-lacquered, Priapic Berk How Dare I, From My Velvet Chaise Longue, In My Hollywood Home Like Kubla Khan, Drag My Limbs From My Harem To Moan About The System? A System That Has Posited Me On A Lilo Made Of Thighs In An Ocean Filled With Honey And Foie Gras'd My Essex Arse With Undue Praise And Money.

The Way I've Been With Drink And Drugs Suggests I Have A Tendency To Get Addicted To Things.

If Love Is Something You Cherish, It Is Hard To Glean Much Joy From Death, Even In One's Enemies.

My Life Is Just A Series Of Embarrassing Incidents Strung Together By Telling People About Those Embarrassing Incidents.

When You're Married, It's One Person. That's One More Than A Monk. It's Not That Different.