I Believe You Should Place A Woman

She Was Feeling Her Bohemian Oats.

To Me, Torture Would Be, "i Can't Think What To Write In The Next Sentence. I'm Stuck." Torture Would Be If You Didn't Have The Next Idea.

The Presence Of Excessive Wealth Puts An Unnatural Spin On The Appreciation Of Art.

She Is Nearing Forty And Not So Easily Forgiven As When Her Skin Bloomed Like Roses.

I Couldn't See His Face, Because The Light Came In From Behind Him And He Was In Shadow, And He Said, "i Am Picasso." And I Said, "well, So What?