The Holy Spirit Ain't Got A Pen.

I Really, Really Love Children And I Think Probably Among Children Is When I Feel Mostly Berated. It's Not Like I Feel Like Oh, There's Some Children Here. I Have To Tone It Down. I Go Nuts With Children Especially When I Ain't Got None. So When I'm Round My Mates' Children, I Jest Them Kids Up First. I Swear At Them, I Get More Worked Up, I Say Crazy Stuff To Them, Fill Their Heads With Nonsense And Then I Leave Them.

I Think What's Actually Happened Is Print Media Is Becoming Obsolete, And This Is Like The Floundering Corpse Of A Dying Media. It Is Just Twitching.

Over The Road There Was A Church: A Modern Gray Building, Which Constantly Played A Recording Of Church Bells. Strange It Was. Why No Proper Bells? I Never Went In But I Bet It Was A Robot Church For Androids, Where The Bible Was In Binary And Their Jesus Had Laser Eyes And Metal Claws.

It Was Crushingly Disappointing As A Fan Of The Simpsons To Discover That It's Just You In A Room Speaking Into A Microphone. I Thought I Was Going To Become Friends With Homer Simpson, But Unfortunately None Of Them Are Real.

Tumbling Into A Dark, Lewis Carroll Labyrinth Of Filth, Pursuing A White Rabbit Of Smut!