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Demons smell like ass—nasty ass that slithers down your throat, finds your gag reflex, and sits on it with authority.
Science cannot close the fist of reason around the miracle of consciousness any more than I can turn my sword into a light saber.”
That raised another question, at once metaphysical and profane: Do angels, fallen or otherwise, have assholes?
The tendency of modern American women to exclaim “Hiiiiiiiiiiiii!” in soprano octaves and hug each other upon sight can be disconcerting to those unfamiliar with it.
Brighid was much more my type than the Morrigan. She didn’t eat dead people in any of her forms, for one thing,
Maybe I should try to figure out how to make my eyes flash green so I could freak out the baristas at Starbucks. “No, you foolish mortal,” I’d say as my eyes glowed, “I ordered a nonfat latte.”
Douglas Adams was right: There is nothing so massively useful in the universe as a towel.
