Due to a rave dissimilarity we wish to make everyone aware of the cure for ennui and the primacy of Papal Bull(y) pastiches.
Now that we have divulged our purpose we’d like to announce the distribution of cassettes, construction papers, pipe cleaners, and tubs of paste.
We will provide only translucent and glittery pastes—you must supply your own unicorns.
We’ll have glass shards spread across our pavements to keep things moderately interesting, and we’ve reserved the next five years of your life for this misdirected frame-up.
Please bring plenty of cassocks and short socks. We will provide the hair-shirts and scourges—although the more advanced among you may bring your own nail-embedded whips, rods and lashes.
We wish you years of magnificent penance and rainbows.
The Papal Bull(y) Boys and Unicorn Inquisitors, LLP
What I’m Reading:
“You inspect the instruments
Of cruelty and touch them
In awe at the pride these men
Take in their line of work…”
— Charles Simic / “In My Church”