You can talk to a wee one in a way you canna talk to anyone else. You can pour out yer heart to them without choosing your words or holding anything back at all. And that’s a comfort to the soul.
Why are men such fools? You can lead them anywhere by the cock for a while. Give them a bairn, and you have them by the balls again. But it’s all you are to them, whether they’re coming in or going out. A c**t.
What kind of God creates a world where monsters thrive, beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?