Treat the world like a head.
I've never thought about it before, but I suppose bad people might need someone to pray to, too.
The reason I did the book about holidays is that you're a different person on holiday. You're sleeping somewhere unfamiliar, knocking about with people you've never met and for 10 days you're someone else. You're out of your comfortable zone.
I'm just sayin', I don't like fun.
It would be spiteful to put a Jellyfish in a trifle.
Why is it alright to be going around, going mental with a gun, shooting all the monkeys and killing them? Because one day we're going to run out.