Friday, 11 May 2012

Interlude for larks (Game already played out in advance - much easier that way)

Open letter to God:-

Dear Hitler/Stalin comboweave ultimate social darwinist projected transcended superperson. (Sir). I think you're a cock. Your reported preferences - I'm sure you can handle the PR - are for genocide, torture, and human sacrifice. Tell you what, I think I'll do something else instead. Something you couldn't quite manage. You omnipotent telepathic book creator, you.

Oh yes. While I'm handing out free will, do 'Come and have a go if you think you're material enough'.

I remain, Yours etc.

Someone a bit cleverer. Than God. Christ! must He be a twat.