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I am a city slicker. I read the metro on the tube. I buy my lunch from Pret A Manger everyday. I never wear brown. I read the posters at the bus stop. On weekends I go for drinks with a few friends at either Wetherspoons or Yates's. We talk about the traffic in this city. I buy my clothes from the high street shops but I'm not against using the internet. I update my internet status everyday. I like to stay connected. If I'm running late for work I'll just hail a taxi. I buy the right magazines for men every month. I like to eat out at restraunts, my favourite is Italian. I'm a city slicker. What's my perversion? I like getting spanked while dressed as a giant baby....

Posted at 11:12, 28th September 2010

return

The religious figure, dressed in white, climbed down from his high-chair in the car and slid his feet towards the lectern. He made sure to avoid the eye contact of those hundreds watching him lest they see his sunken, snake-like eyes. He clutched tight to his gilded crucifix and drew on the strength of being bigger than the little silver man dangling from the cross in his hand. As he stared out at the crowd, ensuring to keep his lids low, he saw not people. No, it wasn't lives with feelings and desires, hopes and dreams; all he saw was bovine. They're mouths drooling with anticipation of the sex advice they'd receive from the geriatric virgin on stage.

"Condoms are sinful", croaked the old toad after checking with the voices in his head he believed to be divine. Without question the crowd accepted these words as being as true as the facts of their own histories and memories and salivated for more.

Suddenly then a man appeared as if suddenly coming into existence only in that instant and was standing next to the old pensioner in white. His clothes were ragged and his appearance scruffy but in his face there seemed to be the glow of human kindness - the light that cold souls crowd around.

"I have returned!” spoke the young man in a gentle voice. "I have returned to tell you that you must stop all this. This is not right. Divinity lives within and divinity lives without. You must find your own truths and your own Lord within yourselves. Do not believe without reason the words of one man but rather find the words yourself and together through brotherhood and charity. This smelly old peadophile can't help you find the answers any more than Jeremy Kyle or Live from Las Vegas can. See the words in the book not as rule but as a guide. A guide to finding within our own souls our own gods and this way we may all be master of our own life".

Before the softly spoken man could continue the smelly old peado gestured with his claw, and an instant later the young man was shot.

'Still, it's better than that last Tom Jones comeback', thought a member of the audience.

Posted at 00:00, 17th September 2010