Lightning flashed across the craggy face

Lightning flashed across the craggy face of the mountain as I lifted my head against the pelting rain. I welcomed the storm. It seemed a fitting backdrop for what lay ahead.

Heading for a nearby cave, I paused to remove my shoes, leaving them outside to fill with rainwater as I ducked within and removed the rest of my clothes. Then, smearing myself wit

h ash and goose grease I put my rainwater filled shoes back on and caught the next train to Carlisle. The November wind whipped over my naked body and purple blotches formed on my

swimsuit areas. All the way to Carlisle I thought about those purple blotches. Skin discolorations used to be a mark of evil. Satan's kisses, they used to call them. But these

Were deep purple and indicated partying the night before. When I arrived at Carlisle, I was surprised to find the harvest festival going on and pick up some free apples and pears.

I also plucked several harvest queens in the Amon Ra tent. All in all, my Carlisle trip was a success and yielded the supplies we needed to continue out investigations into the da

-daist landscape. We called it 'surrealist camping' and began giving tours. "This is not a tent" we stenciled on each tent, and we were careful to keep all pocket watches as flabby

as brains would allow. Anachronism Gardens became the choice spot for The Church of The SubGenius and The Church of The Flying Spaghetti Monster worshipers to verbally abuse each

the pickled remains of Drozad-7--Prophet, Alien. Drozad-7, they explained, was the reason humanity came to be. This was the hidden teaching of Mormonism known only by a select few.