The Fog of the Caveman's Blog: The Priestess Loves Asperger's Eokxavexa

In the fog of the distant past there was a Grand Ice Age that threatened the Ut'ishsih people. Before they could perish, the Gods appeared out of the sky to provide food and shelter in the Caves. Many miracles occurred, but not enough. Some would prefer to say poetry will end the world, but no rhyme will stick to the face of time. Lachrymal vicissitudes, slipping on plates of passion, are insufficient to generate terminal earthquakes. No, it is this blog that will end life on the surface of the Earth with a recipe for pizza and virginity. No, it is not the High Priestess alone who will do it. Many creatures do play their part to stage a farce, leaping in multiplicity, dark in mind. True, every seminal blog in the universe begins as a joke. Few end with dessert.