Today, like yesterday, is a sunny day. Normally each morning greets the Cloud Landers with the same clouds that they enjoyed the evening before, which were the same ones that hung there the previous morning, and for a good month or so before that.
A sunny day like this brings out those pale skinned Sun worshippers who, in their anxiety to kneel before their deity, forget to apply sunscreen 45. Soon, after the good warmth of the glorious Sun has bathed them for just a few precious minutes, the evil twin of Light, UV-Satan, begins killing their lily white skin cells like jelly fish flung upon the salty flats of Death Valley.
But ignorant or just too glorified to care, the lily white worshippers stay in the brightness of the Sun's Light for a good part of the day. UV-Satan laughs his evil laugh and pours his poison over the witless flock.
As the evening comes, and the bright red faces glow, and the lily white shadows of their sunglasses are developed like Polaroid photographs, UV-Satan laughs again as the sting of his poison makes those once gloriously frolicking Cloud Landers to cry out in anguish and sacrifice a million aloe plants with which to anoint themselves.
Thereupon the Cloud Landers swear with hands upon Bibles to never again stand naked before the deity of the Sun without applying Sunscreen 45 to ward off the evil spirit of UV-Satan. Never again, they say, as they have said many times before. Never again.
A sunny day like this brings out those pale skinned Sun worshippers who, in their anxiety to kneel before their deity, forget to apply sunscreen 45. Soon, after the good warmth of the glorious Sun has bathed them for just a few precious minutes, the evil twin of Light, UV-Satan, begins killing their lily white skin cells like jelly fish flung upon the salty flats of Death Valley.
But ignorant or just too glorified to care, the lily white worshippers stay in the brightness of the Sun's Light for a good part of the day. UV-Satan laughs his evil laugh and pours his poison over the witless flock.
As the evening comes, and the bright red faces glow, and the lily white shadows of their sunglasses are developed like Polaroid photographs, UV-Satan laughs again as the sting of his poison makes those once gloriously frolicking Cloud Landers to cry out in anguish and sacrifice a million aloe plants with which to anoint themselves.
Thereupon the Cloud Landers swear with hands upon Bibles to never again stand naked before the deity of the Sun without applying Sunscreen 45 to ward off the evil spirit of UV-Satan. Never again, they say, as they have said many times before. Never again.
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