Once upon a time there was a bad, bad poet called James, whose head was nothing more than a huge egg with facial features crudely appended. And one day, while James was on the toilet thinking about a line from The Waste Land ("Hieronymo's mad againe"), the egg cracked open and out lurched an ambiguous creature called the Bird King. From the moment he stepped into our world, the Bird King was very busy. He flapped his patchy wings, made absurd laws,...
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