Madasa

    Welcome to Page 47 from the End.

(The celery is already being prepared for the big Crunch)

Just as I had suspected! The end of the universe is vegetarian.


    Hello to boldly goodbye, sweet shuffle-coil.
    Appendages that make you go bang.
    Trinitrotoluene makes you go bang too.
    Things that go ha-ha-ha-plonk in the night.
    Eric the half-a-bang (he went bang as well).
    Rubbish! It's a total pile of old rubbish.

       ^
M -. |
A | |
D /_ / {[(def rdc ((setq y cdr(x))(reverse y)))]}
A \
S | (I'm sorry I have a Lithp.
A -'


DO NOT WRITE ANYTHING HERE!

Omelette-faced fractal

    "Night fell," said Boobly-Boo the Bunny-Bath, but she was lying.

    Night fell. Nothing moved, except for a small squiggly omelette-faced poker-gobbler who lived under a muddy stone at the bottom of the River Shiver.

    All was still. Completely other.

    GOVERNMENT HELLFIRE MORNING:

        "This book has a fractal-imaged cover.
        Do not attempt to count the swirls.
        Doing this can seriously damage your
        brain. Writing the rest of this sentence
        can result in old porridge showering
        mouldily through a hammock of oafs."

Carlsberg Black Label

"Flibbertigibbon!" said Arthur, rematerialising after a huge absence of MANY pains. "I really thought I'd vanished for never into a queasy queaky squeezy cliqué saneless weirdbag of salmonella droppings — but it's all right ('twas just the weather aftercast).")

    "Can I help you?" mused Bertie, the Perplexed Beaver from Outer Mongo-away.

    "Lemon meringue pie!" screeched Arthur.


    "You're mad" said the sane mango, who wasn't in the picture, because he didn't know what he looked like.

    "Glad to know someone is" said Arthur
, who wasn't.

    "You're odd" said the same mango (tho' it was still completely other). "Where's the yakky?" lied Prof. Carlsberg (or was it Kronenburg? Or Löwenbräu?).

    And the advertising jingle went:

        "Carlsberg Black Label."

    And at the mention of the word "black", riots broke out in every major city in London.

Fish diagram

Fish Diagram of the Bibliographical Narra-Escape

[FIŜO]

{picture of a large fish wearing shoes and a hat, and holding an umbrella; arrows proceed cyclically around the fish's outline, which is shaped like a closed alpha; three chevrons on its body point right towards its tail, and three on its tail point left towards its body}


["So that's where it went!" said Nietzsche in German]


Bison Diaphragm of the Billionological Marrow-Yawn

// CENSORED //

(Well, the content of the picture was so entirely unimaginable as to have made a sane man go "Wibblywobblybibbleeeebbrrdbrdrrbbddrblub".)

Monthly moo

{magazine cover, with a picture of an earless spotty quadruped saying MOO}

GQ "Gramnivorous Quadrupeds'" Monthly

Inside:

Grass: is it all it's cracked up to be? Or why not have pasta instead?

Ermintrude on stardom.

BSE — does it really stand for Best Sex ever?



// MOPPOCRUMP MONTHLY

Only Available In Crumpton

This month:

WE TEST OUT NEW MOPPOCRUMP MOPHANDLES!

"WHY I WENT CRUMP" BY MRS MOPPO!

NOTHING ELSE! //

"The Worm"

Biblical flow

Flow Diagram of the Biblical Narrative
(as it "means" at the "moment")

  .-----  Writing  <----.
| |
v © |
Trace --> LOGOS Speech
^ |
| |
'----- Writing <----'

N.B. Without edge in order to subvert logocentrism

    {leading to}

Light, Plants, Photosynthesis, Animals &c

    {leading to}

Adam & Eve, Fall of the Sign, Freud, Oedipus &c

    Downhill from here {leading to}

God changes his mind {waters}

    {leading to}

Old Testament, lots of rules &c

    {leading to}

Jesus &c. Various unsuccessful attempts to incarnate sign

    {leading back to the LOGOS diagram, and also to}

7.00 am, Early Church (lots of old people)

    {leading to}

11.00 am, Middle Church (lots of guitars)

    {leading to}

Illusion of Presence {chain of six squares linked by arrows}

    {leading to}

Age of Writing

    Downhill from here / Eschatology {leading to}

BIG BARBECUE (revenge of logos)

Still completely other