If God Has Nothing Better To Do

What Do You Feel? I’ve Never Been Asked This Question Once. None Of Us Has. We Aren’t Supposed To Feel. We’re British.

Oh, Sure. Of Course, They Say Now That We’ve Got Freud And The Motorcar, God Is Dead.” “he’s Not Dead; Just Very Tired.

It Isn't That We Do What We Want. It's That We're Allowed To Want At All.

Without Further Warning, The Sky Opens Up And Cries.

In A World Like This One, Only The Random Makes Sense.