"In the beginning there was the head, and the head was God, and the head was with God. When in the course of the head's divine fruitiness there came the time within which to divide the land from the sea, it was done. When the fullness of unfolding had been reached with the meaning that now was the bit where the fusion furnaces of the stars ignite, it was so. When it was time for tea, it was had with a sugar and half a cream with a bit of lemon wedge, and a nice biscuit."
1:1
"It is plain to see from this creation account that the fruity head is indeed the essence of God, if not God itself. It is within the loopy nonsense of the head's divine commedia d'el arte that the firmaments are separated and the stars "ignited" with just enough time for a snack left besides. Surely this fruity heady God is worthy of obeisance and much slaughter."
Ralph Hitler
"It is Mr. Hitler's continued insistence on the supposed transexualism of his infamous namesake that ultimately detracts from what is, after all, purported to be an exposition on the art of paper dolls."
Ipswich
"Certainly the time is now, if ever. There can be no denying that once we bang this fellow into a tree, there will be no more of this Apocalypse nonsense from the Jews or the Christians. And once the Muslims finish turning their deserts into biological wastelands, we can all join together in world harmony to help the mutant children of the Arabic Wars. It will be a great moment for the reconciliation of humanity."
London
"And he's not actually a Lord. He's just some fucking lunatic upper-crust dink that they let roam about the place. It's kind of grotesque, actually... like making fun of a crippled monkey."
Gardener To The Queen
