The Seasons of God

"I think the connection you are making is personal rather than thematic under the stripped-back terms of the creation itself."
"Maybe you're right you fucker. Maybe you're right," he replied shouting to be heard over the noise of the fans.
We were talking and cooking.
As I like to do.
Thinking about things.
Stripping facts back to the very beginning of our existence and how we are borne into the worlde.
Camus. Sartre, Nietzche, Thoreau, Jesus, they were all there.
That's why I was starting a Cult.
"The Seasons of God"
I immediately went about grooming Steph before signing her up after all of five minutes. We created some greetings moves.

"There is to be 12 Episodes Danger!"
"Yes son,"
"There shall be 12 invites Danger!"
"Yes son, that's good, that's good."
"The twelve episodes shall culminate. It shall be a countdown!"
"Yes chef, yes son, but a countdown to what exactly?" Danger said while putting green beans in the chauffe.
"Why it shall be a countdown to one of the greatest celebrations of life ever. An affirmation and ascension all in one, a connection of the passion and the prose, a masterclass of misplaced empathy and a Growl worthy of The Beast, a countdown, of course, to Craig and Danger's Big Night Out!"

"What day is it? I'm probably working."
"Fuck off Danger, it's our big robot-themed night out, get real, whatever fucking day it is, nothing else in the universe is going to matter."
"Does that mean all twelve will come?"
"If any of them don't Danger, then more the fool them.
More the fool them."

"So who's on the list matey, who's first?"
"I'll tell you who's on the list first for me Brian. It's... It's...