In My Local Newspaper, They Had This

I Tend Not To Trust People Who Live In Very Tidy Houses. I Know That On The Surface There Is Nothing Wrong With A Person Being Well-ordered And Disciplined. Nothing, Except That It Leaves The Impression Of That Person Having Lived In The Confines Of A Stark Institution Which, Although He Or She Has Long Since Left, Remains Within.

I Really Hated Fighting People And Hurting Them, But Felt Unable To Stop.

They Call It 'surfing' The Net. It's Not Surfing. It's Typing In Your Bedroom

I Had A Longing For Ritual, Something I Could Cling To, A Routine To Make Me Feel Well And Contented. I Hoped That Reading Bible Commentaries And Theological Critiques Would Nudge Me Closer To Some Kind Of Absolute That I Could Hold Up As A Torch To Light My Way.

People Who Are Pro Smacking Children Say, 'it's The Only Language They Understand.' You Could Apply That To Tourists.