Long ago, there lived a son of god and man, born of a virgin. He suffered trials and tribulations; he was sacrificed in a horrible fashion; he died, and was buried; and after three days of being dead, legends say he rose back to life. This man's name was Osiris, and his story was told, in Egypt and across the Mediterranean, hundreds of years Before Common Error.
During the Easter holiday I encourage the reader to think about things which are not often thought about, to seek truth in all matters, and to sing with me the praises of Oestre, the voluptuous fertility goddess from whom Easter gets its name (and its bunnies and flowers). May the bodies be fertile, and the partners willing.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥
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Among other things I am barber, bicyclist, surfer, vagabond, writer, and yogi.