Charlie Bean's Journal: Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This Verse is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The Belts are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.: The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save Us!"...: ...and I'll look down, and whisper, "No".:
You see, Doctor, God didn't kill that little girl. Fate didn't butcher her and destiny didn't feed her to those dogs. If God saw what any of us did that night he didn't seem to mind. From then on I knew... God doesn't make the world this way.