ACTS OF ANGELS WEEK EIGHT
THIS IS A COMIC STRIP NOT A FACTUAL REPORT.
did you miss the humor of acts of angels? Remember, while tragedy is supposedly a "higher art" then comedy, and faerie the "highest of all" it is God himself who chooses the humble to humble the high hatted.
Comedy is actually a very good medicine for grief.
That just might be why dud is so practiced at it.
this is a mixture of comedy and faerie anyways.
none of it is true however in the "reporters journalistic sense" of true, alhtough that is not the only sense that there is.
Last night, the angels bumbled into Magick City on their way to the heavenly Jerusalem, drawn by the smell of free grub.
while angels stricktly speaking do not need to eat, when pretending to do so as in the case of Rafael, they get quite a kick out of it, and walk about debating the merits of this or that bowl of "caviar" or what have you.
The story ends here since everyone just pigged out on lasagna while listening to dreams, although unlike stracci they did not subsequently die. Angels after all are immortal "in the age to come we shall all be like angels."
if you like the sound of "free food" then consider promoting G cards UBI or some similar plan to implement Eden. See also the bible readings for this week, esp Corinthians.
See how truth gets into everything?
On the holiday weekend which is now controversial due to first nation squabbling, another controversy was brewing in the meatpacking district where only the very rich can afford the steaks anyhow.
famed Playboy Adrian Balaztreros like a wealthy Florentine had fled New Yrok City during the plague but was now jonesing for a stint of urban debauchery
He donned a $5000 Valentino suit and a jewelry stores'worth of bling, and planned a triumphant return to Le bain, where his manager had hired a string of local djs and promised them free brunch with bottomless lattes, and free swimming in the pudding pop pool on the roof.
Balaz arrived at the service entrance only to find it had been hostile taken over by millions of @metoo members (including oddly enough Mrs. Eufegenia doubtfire who laced his meal with cayenne pepper),
The angry protesters barred the kitchen door and chanted "not in our wine cave".
When a promising young woman threatened to brick Balaz in with a cask of Amontillado, he fled to a nearby sanctuary where mariachis were trumpeting the sunset.
It was none other than the church of Guadalupe on 14th street, presided over by Reverend santangelo rubino who like Vox had hired haze kings to boost attendance at holiday Masses,
Wow k rubio eres, Balaz exclaimed.
Dont try that on me, the prelate warned, if you want absolution youll have to parade this fifty foot statue of Gaudalupe all over chelsea until dawn breaks and the birds sing.
ME! IM NOT RELIGIOUS, said the mortified millionaire, can I just restore the pipe organ and be done with it?
Not a chance, Rubino said , we --wait how much are we talking here? ok Im kidding.
Balaz phoned in a request for a wire transfer frmo a trust fund his mom had set up funded by the ridiculous $1500 a day fees they charge at McLeans mental ward.
These fees often result in the utter destitution of family members of the patients, and as it happened, one of these, destitute and hungry was sitting in a pew praying to Juan Diego.
When dud, whose rightful lunch money had been unjustly siphoned off to fund balazs unholy escapades. realized that the thief was within reach, she phoned Riina, Gottis Sicilian counterpart, for the go ahead to blow LE bain sky high. Hello? Hello? Riina of course never picks up the phone.
Undaunted, dud rose from her rodillas, grabbing a crozier from the vestibule.
ITS JUDGMENT DAY, she yelled, heating up the crozier in the Le Bain pizza oven and branding Balaz in his behula with the hot iron.Neocities.