Whilst all the publicity about the child rapist Michael Jackson has dominated the news, we have forgotten the beautiful Farrah Fawcett-Majors who died the same day as Wacko Jacko.
Truly a case of forgetting the Beauty and seeing only the Beast.
My first sexual awakening was watching Farrah Fawcett-Majors in Charlies Angels when she and rest of the girls wore bikinis on the beach one episode.
One never forgets ones first moment of sexual desire, it is a seminal moment (forgive the pun) in a young mans life.
Unlike the Beast the Beauty simply spent her life trying to be beautiful.
The world is now uglier without her beauty.
Butterfly.
Her wings have now folded on this world,
And no more will she dance on the wind,
Her beauty a fragile flutter, so delicate,
Graces no more this cell of cold rock,
And so we are all lessened by her loss,
The day is darker, and the night a star less,
For without such beauty to inspire us,
Then the future we seek is already lost.
