Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," suffering for religion every February!
This is what I'll be wearing on March 1, 2008. What will you be wearing that day???
I believe I might have told my five readers that I have a bad hip. The doctor ordered me into Physical Therapy. I was late last night because I could not stop watching a YouTube clip. I must have devoured the sacred footage at least a dozen times. It was sublime. Transformative. Past all bounds of human experience.
If you go to YouTube and search the words
vulture phone book
you'll find a Metaphysical Treasure.
And now, having just had my bad hip shot full of some sort of Barry Bonds-type clear liquid, I'm off to Wenonah to learn this year's Sacred Vulture Dance, which will be performed at the third annual East Coast Vulture Festival, lovingly described below.
All hail the Sacred Thunderbird, etc. etc. etc. Amen.
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS
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