Just a very quick random

All Gods creatures.

Great and small.

I have been filling my time better just lately. And getting back into the writing.

Never short on ideas for pretty much anything. But the layout, format and the demands that certain people place on you, well, that takes time. I am in no rush. I am starting to wonder who is dangling the biggest carrot, so to speak? Me? Pfft.

Anyway this post is about an idea that has been mulling around for ages in the back of the mind along with literally trillions of unwrittens.....

I, ROB (bed) O (i) T

The time. Immemorial. The place Earth.

Presenting..... GOD

A man sits. The as yet unidentified haven is dark. The only light is supplied by the candle on the bare table, hardly illuminated.

Seated? Floating? GOD

(said in an obviously god like voice, similar to Brian Blessed)

** I am bored. Been sat here wondering where I came from for Millenia now. I need something to do.

(God stares into, what would become known as space, while stroking his, similar to father Christmas type beard with a thoughtful, pensive look on his face.)

Seven days later. God had been busy... Creating something called Heaven and Earth

** What can I put here? My world is so pretty....

(God then takes his meccano set out and starts twiddling and muttering to himself.)

** I need to make things that will not only destroy each other, but the very firmament they live on.....

(It has been rumoured that God was based on the character Travis Bickle, in Taxi Driver... "Are you talking to me? You must be. There is only me here....." Maybe pre~ Senility set in because he has been on his own for eternity and is bored?)

(Still speaking out loud getting more and more excited)

** I shall invent animals. I shall base them on the drawings that I pass onto Leonardo Da Vinci in the future... For he is indeed the greatest man who will ever walk the planet, apart of course from Barak Obama of course. And David Beckham....

(from a distance a voice, offshot, calls out in a very Monty Pythonesque way...)

Who the hell is Barak Obama....?

So time moves on. Centuries and centuries and eons. The meccano is replaced by more and more sophisticated bits of kit. (Usually supplied by the Japanese peoples of Sony, who don't yet exist remember...?)

GOD decides to vacate the planet. He has his universal remote control. (This remote control works though, not like the crap multi~remote, one for all remote crap that will be available in the future. At Woolworths. £1.99)

God has his remote. It looks pretty much like a normal radio controlled remote

control but is bigger. And has a lot of buttons. Obviously. Has language been invented. Who taught God to speak good English?

He turns the remote on.....

Countless eons have passed and he has made and invented every creature.. And some that haven't even been found to this day, if we still exist.

(Said in the voice of a man pleading what have I made... Frankensteins monster bites back)

** I need to get off this planet.... The North Koreans and Iranians are fucking crazy..... I no longer control them anymore. Someone called Allah has crashed my frequencies....

(offshot the same voice as before, in same Monty Python way....)

Allah? Who is Allah? Do you mean Dev Allahan, from Coronation Street? Not sure that we are talking about the same person as you are talking with yourself.

Surely you did make Allah too, along with the other truly great creatures roaming your earth.... They are now attacking and eating each other, in a non oral or sexual way, as that is a sin. Isn't it?

God changes the duracell batteries in his remote control, pulls out a massive long aerial and points the aerial skywards.....

** Beam me up Scotty.... Oh. He died. Just like the very latest Pre~quel to Star Trek will.

(God has the remote control... It has the capacity to control anyone, anything of a non vegetable or mineral state, IE animals. On land and undersea. BUT the only problem is that he can control one person only at once, or one animal. And as he is omnipresent, he is invisible to the animal prototypes that he originally built. They became that good, that the only thing that kills them was cancer. Heart disease. And Haemorrhoids)

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To be continued.......

(Hmm. I quite enjoyed writing this nonsense.....)

The inference in this piece is that the red voice, off-shot could be the devil, his alter Ego contained in himself.... Allah is his Twin brother. They always say there is an Evil twin. Which one is it?

Will they play nicely together.... Or will God turn Schizophrenic?

The gist is that you have potentially 3 billion human stories here, as God plays in his Kingdom with his remote control...

I got a bit desperate for some sugar so left it there for now.

<(ovo)> xx

Rob. 10.ooam.

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