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little angelo? we did that dear in '43 with a boltcutter and a lectric motor.
they painting dull, mundane, uncharecterised Boring clouds on a ceiling.
--thats the ultimate blasphemy here, why th hell did they do that? what could it possibly definately mean?

so dont blaspheme. poorly out of a poverty of the soul taking wicked glee and mirth in, revenge. /And but rather, go and read some Clifford Geertz fir yersen, if yer reckon your lovely self to be ardrired, enough. really is good stuff, intricate, thwocking stomata pcsiyberdeliciciousness techno entrance. and im sorry about all that, youre god y'know??

so paint the sky. worship your gods as best ye can, mansfool.
quite literally take pictures of the sky and reprocess these images so as to properly elucidate the wonderous and fantastically beautiful,
in their divine kindness and knowingly smiling on as so wise faces that are all to evidently there to beholdenst of.
contribute. make a million dollars!

well, erm, las vegas? no thanks, ama pagan.

but information technology is a divinity in the truest of senses. youve made it this far, now you should make good on it. weed did help

and share, crucially, in kindness, to best worship these fantastic heavenly entities.
so,? Pearl Dean and the your old God of The North.
they were deep in deep conversation.
there was a power struggle
little man pearl was hiding something
>a huge blue pot/ vase, which you knew was filled with a very yummy but frightfully dangerous narcotic
-from the sea, great danger and evil lurking for the free peoples of this land
and hed already thrown in his lot, but had not yet succumbed to any significantly telling a degree
was he arrogant; or quite so rightly confident, of his new POWER
--he went to the bottom of the ocean for his conviction. you still cannot do anything but pity him greatly muchly for this seemingly
so terribly serious a fate.
AND HE TOOK ON AND CHALLENGED A GOD WITH HIS SMACK DEALING I N THE WEST RIDING
who won? who lost? --they both still live, in the sky, to the sky boy! in a great contest of struggle of will, honour, valorious self-
belief and pearls frighteningly assured to simply put attack on the then still immensly powerfully holding sway but crucially in
an overall remission from the history told to the people and lived by man (particularly wise women, cletic dark witches of yore)

what was to become of this?!

a terrible panic and fear told in his totally startled initial expression overcome this old God of the North, who looked like a perfected
version of you james^'nostop'

Pearl was infected with the panic and Dread, hesitated, and but returned to his infectious uber charm. he really was (and most probably
still is, but where? nay not just in the sky, when the times are right (i'd had some dmt as an act of worship in that sacred so beautifully
impressively lain a place there, where they live, this activated the play as i gave to them in a penultimate act of tributary devotion, to which
this awesome spectacle was a mythic, legendary reward in reciprocation) FOR THE RED PURPLE WARM SPRING STORM to play out this game of supremely
seductive vice's challenge to divine authority, pearl was a whore, but also a so most splendid of specimens with his own well earned
and established right to challenge our deity. or, perhaps, they were merely chatting, as it seemed he was talking away in his so well sophisticated,
clever and developed educatedness into the air, but as was summoning.
he wanted advice. but he knew he had an opportunity with his big, foot-wide oh so beautifully glazed mystical hue of blue with his
great buccaneer's vase, so containing a far more powerful cargo of pure delight. which this God, or old warrior of times gone by before
his apparent slumbering, or new freedoms granted by the new total God we found in Christ.

and then the duel began. anger, nay rage i n petulent fury on the part of pearl in his challenge of this great, centuries most probably i feel millenia
old Britonic warrior king who was roused from his shocked aghastness into a full on war.

then they loved one another again, as i had been so worried into fearing for the safety of both my gods!
--shall we give it to him, shall we give him some of the pot? pearl is such a kind man and those fools sent him to the bottom of the ocean, for his
intrepid quest, his plight.

i cant recall much of what happpened after this resolution to the trick that these two great old friends had played on me, i think
i continued to walk on. the sky that day at the peak of Devil's Leap, where Craigs lovely cute black goats used to reside before the
foot and mouth outbreak hit us, was the most beautiful that ive ever been held in the good grace to be a part of. it was similar to
when uncle kye finally gave me L.S.D. in the pills and the sky was changing colour like a great, beautiful sky, from reds to purples back
to dark blues all over under the black, like fluid or some immense full thing of colour alive, but just what it was.

as for those two, i wish them well and i love them both with all i have in my admiration for their divine glorious Godlike splendour

Pearl did become a god. the fury fierceness and totality of the formidable strength of power shown by the old god was fantastic. he
was the more beautiful, pearl merely a very cute upstart posh whore, who did so good, as he'd set sail to far off distant shores, as
was the ultimate opportunity of the times. the Old God let him, and was amazing in his fierce defence to the challenge, his expression,
his so evident powerfullness, and his providence and acceptence of his child's position.
and the old god looked like me. pearl looked like the top left hand corner to slayer's reign in blood album cover, nevermind the blasphemy. i was well
pleaed with these two charecters putting on such a show for me. DiMethylTryptamine rules!



or was it all a trick, i think probably on the part of Pearl. what did it mean, i mean really, for me to witness such an awesome sight?
the dog shouldve been there. he'd have really appreciated stuff happenings like that. and oh yore to the sacred gots!!



~amendment: they realy were having a good old chat, nay debate, for quite some time. it took you a while to walk on