Why all the long faces on this post. . . . I lived a privileged life supped all pleasures on offer in great quantity. . .yet enjoyed not one sip from the insipid cup. . .Then laying on my death bed a feeble wretch at the tender age of 33, Phyllis having ravaged and destroyed the best years of my youth, desperate and fearful I turned my face to God. . . Whoever would have thought. . . I would!
Still I don't moan about it.
"tis a meaner side of spirit to find a fault than taste an excellence"
Lord Rochester
Originally posted by EAPOEAnd the sound that a lute makes is carved out with a knife!
Why all the long faces on this post. . . . I lived a privileged life supped all pleasures on offer in great quantity. . .yet enjoyed not one sip from the insipid cup. . .Then laying on my death bed a feeble wretch at the tender age of 33, Phyllis having ravaged and destroyed the best years of my youth, desperate and fearful I turned my face to God. . . Whoever ...[text shortened]...
"tis a meaner side of spirit to find a fault than taste an excellence"
Lord Rochester
Originally posted by EAPOEThat Phyllis chick was a bit of a bitch, eh ?
Why all the long faces on this post. . . . I lived a privileged life supped all pleasures on offer in great quantity. . .yet enjoyed not one sip from the insipid cup. . .Then laying on my death bed a feeble wretch at the tender age of 33, Phyllis having ravaged and destroyed the best years of my youth, desperate and fearful I turned my face to God. . . Whoever ...[text shortened]...
"tis a meaner side of spirit to find a fault than taste an excellence"
Lord Rochester