Hello my friends! Here, I am offering an update on the movements of the Hooka-Pooka, with beautiful art by @Johnnythechikin. (Yes, I asked for permission) As of late, we've been quite inactive. However, some members have been developing a webpage about Pookism to spread awareness. Thanks to Jay Gray! Our virtual temple experience is currently under an indefinite hiatus. Despite my efforts, the temple workers are lazy and don't want to finish what they began. To wrap things up, here is a lovely poem by our friend Jay Gray. Corruption spreads Like mold on cheese Tiny spores of hate Fly through the breeze A fungus of deception Filaments of lies They grow in your heart And they blind your eyes A whisper here A whisper there The mold is spreading and they don’t care.
