Any Act Can Be A Prayer, If

When You Know What A Man Wants You Know Who He Is, And How To Move Him.

There Is Only One God And His Name Is Death. And There Is Only One Thing We Say To Death: “not Today.

They Can Keep Their Heaven. When I Die, I’d Sooner Go To Middle Earth.

There Is No Shame In Loving. If Your Septons Say There Is, Your Seven Gods Must Be Demons. In The Isles We Know Better. Our Gods Gave Us Legs To Run With, Noses To Smell With, Hands To Touch And Feel. What Mad Cruel God Would Give A Man Eyes And Tell Him He Must Forever Keep Them Shut, And Never Look At All The Beauty In The World? Only A Monster God, A Demon Of The Darkness.

Fantasy Is Silver And Scarlet, Indigo And Azure, Obsidian Veined With Gold And Lapis Lazuli. Reality Is Plywood And Plastic, Done Up In Mud Brown And Olive Drab. Fantasy Tastes Of Habaneros And Honey, Cinnamon And Cloves, Rare Red Meat And Wines As Sweet As Summer. Reality Is Beans And Tofu, And Ashes At The End.