Now playing in Denver — it’s highly bizarre, and I think I like it. So much so, that I’m gonna pretty much run their whole description here:

The Ten Buddhist Tales is a sweeping exploration of humanity’s struggle against the cruel absurdity of life, and our potential for salvation. Also, sausage.

A thrill-seeking Guru enlists the help of the Bearded Lady and her deranged theatre troupe to expand Buddhism for a western audience. As the Guru wallows deliciously deeper into their psychoses, the theatre freaks attain their own epiphanies, and find their ducks. Eschewing character development, plot, and sense, the Ten Buddhist Tales is unlike any other show you’ve ever seen in Denver.

Actors wear pants most of the time.

Tickets are $10 for the general public, $20 for charitable Catholics. Free for Bhutanese prostitutes.

Man, talk about irreverent. Though, as this article quotes one of the play’s authors: “…although we live in an absurd, meaningless, junk-filled culture, there is something real in Buddhism, there are real epiphanies and human connections to be found in life. And although sense cannot be made, it can be sensed. In that vein, I’ve tried to keep the show an experience more than an explanation, in the hopes that some truth comes out of one’s own reactions to the junk and beauty, rather than from my personal judgments or pronouncements.”

Ah, if only I was in Denver. If you are, get your tickets here.