Home Pulls. It Draws You Back To

The Rain's Been Racing Earthwards As If With Some Religious Or Political Fanaticism. The Clouds Have The Look Of Dark Internal Bleeding. Surely You Lot Look Up From Cosmo While This Sort Of Thing's Going On? Surely You Take A Playstation Break?

When I See Gurgling Retarded Children (that's God's Doing, By The Way, Not Mine) Happily Styling Their Hair With Their Own Stinking Mards, I Think Of Adam In Those Pre-marital Days. I Know He's Your Great-to-the-nth-degree-granddad And All - But I'm Afraid He Was Rather An Imbecile.

One Day The Ordinariness Will Be Terminally Punctuated By The Extraordinary Full Stop Of Death.

Grace Only Exists To Be Fallen From.

Falling In Love Makes The Unknown Known. Falling Out Of Love Reverses The Process.