"Hold me closer, Tiny Dancer," Elton said

"Hold me closer, Tiny Dancer," Elton said softly, slowly. But TD pirouetted away and giggled. "First, count the headlights on the highway!" she said teasingly. Infuriated,

Elton flung a razor-sharp CD at TD. It was "Empty Sky" and TD's head toppled off her shoulders, knocked over the candelabra and set the drapes on fire. She looked a little surprise

party fatigued, but had the good graces to keep up her humor. "Would anyone like lemonade?" Her disembodied head rocked back and forth slightly in the ceiling fan's consistent

Rotation of fresh air. The defenestrated lemons climbed back in the window by themselves, bouncing off falling tomatoes thrown by angry patrons of the Piazza Venesi below. Lemonade

is what you make when life throws lemons at you!

A God who's method is laissez faire. Alas it's can't survive the masses and the shepherds of Commercial organised religion, the opium of the Masses.

Then that God started to see the pros of black sabbaths. The Commercials couldn't touch them for fear of the fear they created. Everybody expected that they would find their good s

-ouls lain to waste, and the Garden of Eden shriveled into dust by the devil's Roundup. God saw that this was bad, so He decided to take a coffee break and sort things out. First

He creating Man & Barbara Eden. Barbara was a genie & He let her do the rest.She crossed her arms & *byoing* the all organic Garden of Eden appeared with the devil on compost duty.