Don't Say Hit And Mountain In The

Why Couldn't The Merciful God Turn Down The Sunlight So It Wasn't Blasting Like A Red Furnace Against His Aching Eyes? Because He'd Worshipped The God Of Beer, Thats Why. He'd Broken A Commandment And Worshipped The False And Foamy God Of Beer. And Now He Was Being Punished.

He Pulled Himself Out Of Hard Times, Dealt With The Scars From It, Pushed Himself To Make A Mark. A Little Bit Of The Wild Side There, Always. I Told Myself, Oh No, I Won't Get Tangled Up With This One. And I Said It Again, Even When I Was Tangled Up.

People Tell Their Children There Are No Monsters In The World. They Tell Them That Because They Believe It, Or They Want The Child To Feel Safe. But There Are Monsters, Luke, All The More Frightening Because They Look Like People.

He Wanted To Heave The Glasses Against The Wall. Break Them, Break Everything He Could Reach. Beat It, Rend It. He Stared Out The Window, Imagined The City In Flames, Consumed To Ashes. And Still It Wasn't Enough.

We All Look. The Lucky Find.