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A crackpot said: God and His Peeping Tom Angels... what do you think they are doing up there? Are they watching us, spying, pointing with their long fingers, nudging each other and sniggering, taking snapshots with their divine eyes?... Maybe they despise us and rue the day they created us? Or maybe they envy us and once again desire to 'lie' with the daughters of men?
A second crackpot added: The Devil is an unholy goat. I have seen Him in a vision. His purple shlong was dangling below the hemline of His exquisite velvet robe - scraping the marble floor it was! -("What wuz He doin'?" inquired an eavesdropping Gnome, sticking his nose in)- He was just pacing up and down near His bejewelled throne clawing a crystal ball and cursing His luck. He is jinxed - lost in an endless black night. Poor scapegoat, I almost feel sorry for Him.
A third crackpot intervened: You two are a pair of numskulls! I should tonk your empty heads together and snip off your beards! Have you not yet comprehended that Heaven and Hell are naught but the fabrications of devious mystical manipulators created in attempt to enslave your minds? God and the Devil indeed! Come, the day is blue, let us go hunting. I hear there are wild unicorns in them yonder hills.
In the corner of the tavern a fourth crackpot looked on shaking his head: What a trio of ninnyhammers. God, the Devil, hunting for unicorns... nitwits! They wouldn't know sense if it leapt forth dressed as a pink wizard and beheaded their ponies with a pair of blunt scissors. What do you say, Twinkle? - His invisible cat refused to comment.
A second crackpot added: The Devil is an unholy goat. I have seen Him in a vision. His purple shlong was dangling below the hemline of His exquisite velvet robe - scraping the marble floor it was! -("What wuz He doin'?" inquired an eavesdropping Gnome, sticking his nose in)- He was just pacing up and down near His bejewelled throne clawing a crystal ball and cursing His luck. He is jinxed - lost in an endless black night. Poor scapegoat, I almost feel sorry for Him.
A third crackpot intervened: You two are a pair of numskulls! I should tonk your empty heads together and snip off your beards! Have you not yet comprehended that Heaven and Hell are naught but the fabrications of devious mystical manipulators created in attempt to enslave your minds? God and the Devil indeed! Come, the day is blue, let us go hunting. I hear there are wild unicorns in them yonder hills.
In the corner of the tavern a fourth crackpot looked on shaking his head: What a trio of ninnyhammers. God, the Devil, hunting for unicorns... nitwits! They wouldn't know sense if it leapt forth dressed as a pink wizard and beheaded their ponies with a pair of blunt scissors. What do you say, Twinkle? - His invisible cat refused to comment.
A strange tale, yet it does nicely deliver the point that god doesnt exist.
Too much drugs
Just say no Black Glove
Just say no Black Glove
Gen-i-us.
Oh..I..err
* tiptoes back out quietly *
* tiptoes back out quietly *
now
now
now
Paradox: wrote:
> What the hell did I just read?
I believe it's called 'a work of sublime genius'. Either that or utter and complete nonsense.
I will now cast my eyeballs over your tales now, and comment in due course.
> What the hell did I just read?
I believe it's called 'a work of sublime genius'. Either that or utter and complete nonsense.
I will now cast my eyeballs over your tales now, and comment in due course.
Theres a couple of stories I need you to cast your beady little eyes over Black Glove, and relay back to me, in your Cilla Black voice, what you think of them.
What the hell did I just read?
A crackpot said: God and His Peeping Tom Angels... what do you think they are doing up there? Are they watching us, spying, pointing with their long fingers, nudging each other and sniggering, taking snapshots with their divine eyes?... Maybe they despise us and rue the day they created us? Or maybe they envy us and once again desire to 'lie' with the daughters of men?
A second crackpot added: The Devil is an unholy goat. I have seen Him in a vision. His purple shlong was dangling below the hemline of His exquisite velvet robe - scraping the marble floor it was! -("What wuz He doin'?" inquired an eavesdropping Gnome, sticking his nose in)- He was just pacing up and down near His bejewelled throne clawing a crystal ball and cursing His luck. He is jinxed - lost in an endless black night. Poor scapegoat, I almost feel sorry for Him.
A third crackpot intervened: You two are a pair of numskulls! I should tonk your empty heads together and snip off your beards! Have you not yet comprehended that Heaven and Hell are naught but the fabrications of devious mystical manipulators created in attempt to enslave your minds? God and the Devil indeed! Come, the day is blue, let us go hunting. I hear there are wild unicorns in them yonder hills.
In the corner of the tavern a fourth crackpot looked on shaking his head: What a trio of ninnyhammers. God, the Devil, hunting for unicorns... nitwits! They wouldn't know sense if it leapt forth dressed as a pink wizard and beheaded their ponies with a pair of blunt scissors. What do you say, Twinkle? - His invisible cat refused to comment.
A second crackpot added: The Devil is an unholy goat. I have seen Him in a vision. His purple shlong was dangling below the hemline of His exquisite velvet robe - scraping the marble floor it was! -("What wuz He doin'?" inquired an eavesdropping Gnome, sticking his nose in)- He was just pacing up and down near His bejewelled throne clawing a crystal ball and cursing His luck. He is jinxed - lost in an endless black night. Poor scapegoat, I almost feel sorry for Him.
A third crackpot intervened: You two are a pair of numskulls! I should tonk your empty heads together and snip off your beards! Have you not yet comprehended that Heaven and Hell are naught but the fabrications of devious mystical manipulators created in attempt to enslave your minds? God and the Devil indeed! Come, the day is blue, let us go hunting. I hear there are wild unicorns in them yonder hills.
In the corner of the tavern a fourth crackpot looked on shaking his head: What a trio of ninnyhammers. God, the Devil, hunting for unicorns... nitwits! They wouldn't know sense if it leapt forth dressed as a pink wizard and beheaded their ponies with a pair of blunt scissors. What do you say, Twinkle? - His invisible cat refused to comment.