Elegance thrives on exclusion.
I am the center of the world, but the control panel seems to be somewhere else.
Never trust the judgment of an enthusiastic man; never trust the promises of a lazy one.
Mars and Venus are at it again. This time, Hephaestus is standing by with a private detective, a photographer, and a lawyer.
The beloved is the ultimate fetish.
Hope, and hopelessness, persist despite the facts.