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| fairy marsh |
| let’s have a go on the new computer. It’s completly free with a packet of cornflakes and has several things near it such as my hands. I’m just getting used to typing on it at the moment really. No.....really! Oh how funny. This is my half term break so I don’t care what I write. It brings home the office environment, somthing the cat needs every so often. I’m writing bollocks. No.....really! Adam ‘We’d best leave that out’ Cal suggested. ‘For the first draft of the bible we could actually neglect the whole afterlife thing. Maybe Adam won’t notice it’s missing and we won’t have to do anything about it.’ ‘We’ll get the outline document to Adam in the next couple of days.’ Goebells suggested he devised some kind of publicity campaign. Long hard days passed, but enough about Bill Clintons willy. A bible was drafted and redrafted and a compact version given to Adam. The advisors were tense as the document was being scanned through and nervously waited for his approval. ‘There’s still the problem of Adam.’ Cal continued ‘We need to make this religion worth beliving in. We need to reasure people, quell their fears and make a profit out of it. Let’s make an afterlife.’ ‘ Some will belive in you no matter how much crap is thrown at them. We want people who’ll belive in us no matter how blatantly contracictory the other sources are. When they invent science it’s usually a problem as we want devoted subjects. ‘They’re in for a shock’ said God ‘I can’t afford to make it.’ This causes an uneasy air around the room. ‘We need a sanctory to get people to belive in us.’ ‘Sure, we’ll say there’s an after death life. People will belive but by the time they find out they’ll be dead.’ we’ll send them all to the other place, the shitty place. They can do my laudry. said our loving father. ‘That is so out of order, We can’t do that. Think of the complaints’ ‘They won’t be allowed into Christianity or any of the others after mis spending their life. They’ll be stuck around the house, or something.’ ‘There will be an afterlife’ God says patting his wallet ‘It’ll be called death. We won’t let them know’. . ‘Fine’ says Cal, wearing a newly developed sly smile, she takes it off and puts in on the table. Nothing strange about removable faces, apart from when they’re on back to front. No no no no no’ Cal interupts ‘I’ve been working on a proposal. I’ve put a bit of thought into this one. ADD DESCRIPTION. All this needs to be put into our bible. natural disater. God leans from the sky and fixes it with selotape. ‘that’ll do’ he says. |
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