"Jesus Plus Zilch," the man said. I say, . . . please come CAPTION!!!!

[skip fox]

A snippet of a speech coming from an open window on the third floor of the notorious C Street residence:

"And friends, 'Jesus plus zero' means giving yourself to the totalitarianism of the Holy Spirit, means raising a fist for the fierce, sighting a weapon with the consciousness of a machine, and dropping the hammer with the giddiness of a child, . . . Indeed, it means to be new born, birthed in Our Saviour's hot blood, without quam ready to spill that of others. . . . We at C Street say, 'Kill them all and let God sort them out.' After all, we're religious men."

[billyoc]

1. "Damn, John, I got my three rapes for today already"

[Buzz Clik]

2. And from the next window down:

"How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee more than my first wife
And much more than my second.
Nay, my current wife is such a shrew.
I never knew love 'til thee."

[skip fox]

4. O love . . .!!!

The voice continues:

"More than all my wives, and children,
legitimate and in secret born, more
than all the wives of others with whom
I've 'swarmed' before, and all other women who,
my hot breath upon their cheeks, as mine is now
for you, while telling them I loved them each,
but I never knew it true till now despite I told
them this as well. Oh Gail, your . . . ah . . . uh . . .
it is 'Gail' isn't it? . . ."

[liberal N proud]

3. As an unknowing pedestrian strolls past, evil lurks on the other side

of the black doors at the top of the steps.

[Winterblues]

5. The Final Solution....

Death to all that deny Jesus. That is what Jesus would have wanted...The Old Testiment tells us so.

[skip fox]

6. A Lobotomies for Christ sign hands above the door off the living room.

yikes!

[gratuitous]

7. I love the smell of fresh brimstone in the morning!

The sun hits these bricks, kiln-fired in the depths of Hell, and ooohh, you just smell perdition coming!

[skip fox]

8. A fly on the main living room's wall is thinking: "Damn, after seeing what I've seen, and

hearing what I've heard over the last several years, only one thing matters any more. Getting someone to pick up that swatter off the table and smash these memories out of existence. Life is sick."