You Think I Look Like A Teletubby?

I Exercise Hard And The Reason I Do Is So That I Can Earn The Things I Like To Consume.

The Internet Was Supposed To Liberate Knowledge, But In Fact It Buried It, First Under A Vast Sewer Of Ignorance, Laziness, Bigotry, Superstition And Filth And Then Beneath The Cloak Of Political Surveillance. Now...cyberspace Exists Exclusively To Promote Commerce, Gossip And Pornography. And Of Course To Hunt Down Sedition. Only Paper Is Safe. Books Are The Key. A Book Cannot Be Accessed From Afar, You Have To Hold It, You Have To Read It.

For The Past Seventeen Years I Have Been Experimenting With Lager. I Am A Lager User And One Drug Leads To Another. If You Do Lager, As Night Follows Day, You'll End Up Doing Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Kingsley Watched Her Disappear From The Room, Wondering If His Heart Would Break. Logic Informed Him That Of Course It Would Not. The Heart Was No More Than A Muscle, A Pump Which Distributed Blood About The Body.

Any Closer Would Unravel Her Mystery, The Very Thing Which Made Her So Truly Beautiful...it Was Her Mystery That He Adored. He Was In Love With Everything That He Did Not Know About Her... No Real Sexual Encounter Could Ever Match The Secret One That He Could Nurture In His Imagination... No Living Flesh Could Ever Be The Erotic Equal Of Flesh Kept Private, Untouchable And Unknowable