I was a bore and didn't know when to smile or fake it. Or rather worse$$$ I did but didn't.

My cock was hard$$$ but my spirit wasn't in it.

Human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. They seem non-existent.

She had wild eyes$$$ slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.

Well$$$ the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.

Pain is absurd because it exists$$$ nothing more.

I have one problem$$$ I don't hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.

People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.

Music is much like fucking$$$ but some composers can't climax and others climax too often$$$ leaving themselves and the listener jaded and spent.

When a hot woman meets a hermit one of them is going to change.