And so begins the tale of The Quest of Baby Flamingo…
Winning fights is awesome, but kinda painful. I hope my goddess is pleased with me.
Losing more fights than I’m winning…clearly time to reassess my abilities. Losing sucks and it hurts!
Hmmmm…I have “died” more times than I care to count, yet I am clearly still alive. Does this mean I am immortal? Am I a god?!!!
Lately I have been thinking about getting a pet. But not one that needs to be fed. Or watered. Or cared for. I’m thinking a pet rock would be just the kind of challenge I’m ready to take on!
I’m curious about my goddess…how did she come to exist? How old is she? What kind of neat tricks can she do? Maybe if I pray hard enough she will enlighten me. And I could write it down in book form…and sell it to others who would like to follow the way of the Plastic Pink Flamingo…and use the money to buy lots of shiny things!
I FINALLY finished the Temple of the Plastic Pink Flamingo! It’s big and shiny and covered in Rose Gold!
Hmmmmm, hymns again. Bored now…….Executive decision…gonna interview bands to lead worship! Rock and Roll is exactly what this place needs! And a bar. Yeah, that’s it…music and drinks! Everyone is gonna want to worship my Goddess!!