So Jango you have been cleaning out the stables, leaving this as an UNFRIENDLY and LONELY music shop. Surprise you left up the personal profile page - but no more comments or shouts or seeing when friends are online.

As with all these sites the SOCIAL element gradually disappears and it's only a commercial interface for music bands and customers. Shame on you.

I WANT MY PICTURES BACK!

And to think that men do all these strange and fierce things all for the sake of that small hole in the wall of femininity.

Memories are only as painful as the original was beautiful.

There are some moments in the brief and slim novels of our lives which make us feel more than fictional characters, and only just less than gods.

We are all the double agents of the heart. We are never sure at any one time whom we are betraying, and who is betraying us.

I long to be eternally jealous and yet never possess you.

She has gone.

She has stopped leaving me.

I am writing to the ghost of my fiction.