Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I am digging with trowels and shovels into the dirts to make way for replicas of prehistoric birds. I want a zig-zag pile-up of stone dino-birds in witchcraft type formations. Ham Paw is helping me, he is conjuring from the clouds - they open like curtains to allow the airdropping of several stone birds (watch out!). After the correct formation is achieved, the chicken nuggets and fingers will be scattered over the birds as a sort of symbolic, cyborgian collision of old and new. We will not be allowed to eat any of these fingers/nuggets (Ham will not want to but I will have a hard time not aching for them). The we will mill about amidst the lumps and rows, wondering about the future and past simultaneously, and consecrate the event with sips from the wineskin. The true purpose of this ritual remains opaque.