Devotional
- A Course in Miracles
I have indeed misunderstood the world, because I laid my sins on it and saw them looking back at me. How deceived was I to think that what I feared was in the world, instead of in my mind.
J. P. McMenamin
- A Drunken Day in the Drunken Life of Arthur 'Rectum' O'Neill
Rectum sat on the bed and held his head in his quivering hands. He had been here before. He was a veteran. A seasoned alcoholic. It was just a matter of holding on, of keeping everything together. His body was like a puppet with the strings cut out. The brain had lost control of the limbs. The legs twitched, the hands trembled and cold sweat ran down the hot feverish skin. Rectum's world was now confined to just one great quest. "Did I bring a bottle home last night?"
