The Chronicles of Granny In The Bed

That’s why I joined The Cult.  The Cult Club, where people meet and have a good time talking about having more good times at a later date until they die and new people take their place on a spaceship.  That is the motto that drew me like a Scottish eye-rub to the inner-circle. The leader of The Cult James Iam Zumdoby was born in Wittstack, Pennsylvania.  That is how he came to meet The Sky Cartographer, Evenlyn Gray.  Gray transcribed some conversations with God in the hills during the full moon of the Ayatollah in January 1979*  and gave them to Uncle James, as everyone called him, for safe keeping until the end of time. The nature of the organization was spelled out like so: we are not actually a cult but we call ourselves The Cult ironically to see who gets to join by the way they respond to initiation in what potential members believe to be openly advertising as a cult.  At the time, it made perfect sensee but I lost the vision with that sentence a while ag0. The way it was