Here's my logic: I think that a belief in god--the great puppetmaster--is sort of bizarre and nutty. But if the Damned's "New Rose" (in my top five favorite rock songs of all time) comes on the radio on my way to work, I believe it's a sure sign of good fortune and a day of bounty.
Yeah. If it weren't for that sleeping on the ground thing, I really would make an excellent member of a primitive tribe of some kind.
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