[For the obligatory image, here’s a picture of some items on the floor of my dad’s garage.]
(Cont.)
Now it came to pass, when all the administrators among the Columbians, which were on the other side of the Great Basin Rainforest, and all the staff and faculty of the Harvardites, which had been napping by the ocean, heard that the Volcano had carried out another gravity-defying ploy upon a local body of water, and that his army was camping nearby, that their heart melted within them, and their spirit shrunk and hid, due to fear of these shock-troops.
Now the workforce of the Volcano had settled by the Hanging Pond at the Basin. And, since it was the fifteenth day of March, they performed their annual Piñata Ritual, where each family fashions a mandrake out of wet clay, and fills it with hedgerow cuttings and other grasses; then they gather at the stroke of midnight to behead the piñata, and their goats all graze upon the guts. This is done in remembrance of the Volcano’s guillotining of the Empire’s firstborns, which helped the workers escape from their employers.
So the multitudes conducted this ceremony that evening in the jungle that borders Las Vegas.
And, as their goats ate the clippings and the alfalfa hay, the masses themselves dined on stuffed potatoes and green beans, as well as tomato pie and onion soup, because those menu items were available in the land: they grew there naturally. So the sky-bread that they were accustomed to eating in the wilderness, as the Volcano had been causing it to hail regularly from the heavens (the substance that the people had nicknamed “ish”), ceased to fall, from that point on. For now the multitudes could glean the fruit from the fields of the Harvardites, and eventually purchase meals in the cities.
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One day, when Yeshua the Zealot was by Las Vegas, he lifted up his eyes and looked, and, behold, there stood before him a vortex, all aflame; and, amid the bright light, within its entryway, there was a man, the flesh of whose body was like red-hot iron. He resembled Adam from Michaelangelo’s Creation of Man, except he had the eyes of a goat, plus a small mustache, and his hair was blonde. He held in his hand a glittering sword, ready to strike; and, although his pose was defiant, he was more beautiful than any man whom Yeshua had ever seen.
“Are you with our workforce, or from the city?” asked Yeshua.
And the man replied: “No; I am a chameleon of the spirit, stationed here for the same reason that one places a mirror in the forest, to test the intelligence of its residents. That is why I appear to you in this guise: for the first Christ is of the earth, earthy; while the last Christ is lava from the Volcano.” Then the man said: “That was a scoff. Truly, I am chief in command among the anti-mercenaries.”
Yeshua the Zealot stood wondering; then said: “So, does that mean you are a friend or a foe to the working man?”
The man smiled: “We fight for any side against the creditors, and mix with either side when mingling.”
Yeshua breathed a sigh of relief, and extended his arm for a handshake; then he asked: “Have you come here to give me a message?”
The man narrowed his eyes and said: “Yes. Remove your boots; for you are standing in my vestibule.”
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