Welcome to Spontania

Football fans chanting Hare Krsna. Garlic smells wafting through the open window.
A Roman scaffolder strolls through the square. "Keep your eyes wide shut yeah."
The priest Zadok guarding the Covenant Box in Jerusalem, smokes a fat spliff while Absalom's rebellion musters outside.
Soldiers rattle through the streets on horses burning the old lawhouse and looting the banks. Saracen slash, blood bursts in a violent arch of red ooze. "Then Absalom turned to Ahithophel and said "Now that we are here, what do you advise us to do?" Ahithophel answered, "Go and have intercouse with your father's concubines whom he left behind to take care of the palace." So they set up a tent for Absalom on the palace roof, and in the sight of everyone Absalom went in and had intercourse with his fathers concubines."
Far off in the distance by the stream of a river a motley crew of fishermen gather. Iridescent rivulets of crystal water swirls nonchalant with the setting of the orange sun. It is the midst of summer and one of the men has eaten 7 grams of psilocybin mushrooms. Half an hour in waves of veils lifting, rounded surface of dreams... Jesus appears saying "Keep it mild man." An inexplicable attracting force emerges in soft eddies from just above the river. A small buzzing bug lands on a purple flower. Clouds tracing the slow ecstasy of the earth upon his forehead. Sifting arabesques revolve and merge into the ageless simmer-pot of his mind. Paltry wings of light just visible sliding unseen beneath the trees.
The men collect themselves and decide to ride into Spontania. "We must reclaim the Covenant Box from Zadok" announces Tobiah the Ammonite. He is the leader of the band of sage warriors. In his mid-thirties with a tufty brown beard, he has rallied his forces first against the Romans, then the group of spinesucking Christians led by Paul, who were at this time rewriting the scripts of Time, setting up a ghastly process that would lead the world to an Age of spiritual dullness and brutal conformity.
Subtle dynamite muffled on the horizon. The band approach the town from a Western ridge. Catapulting headlong into the wind. Yehudi takes out his violin and weaves a silken thread of dancing dread in the sky creating a distortion in the central temple's energy field. Slicing thru the outskirts of the city they mow down irate Christians with their katanas. As they fly into the temple stilletoed nuns rush to the wings screaming. Zadok draws a bongful of aromatic skunk and jumps from the top of the tower into another reality. The band look on, their mouths stained crimson from the massacre of a hundred Christians.

*I don't know what I was thinking here. I actually quite like Christians and sometimes consider myself one.