live show for our new followers and show my appreciation. I gave Demo that look I always give him when we're about to shoot a new movie. He nods and asks the ghosts, "HEY, Y'ALL WANNA MAKE SOME EXTRA BOTS?"
Little-Azarban hangs out in front of my house, trying to make friends with the ghosts that passed by. "HEY, WHY NON'T WOU WANNA COME PWAY WITH US?"
"I'm a lesbian..." says a young lady, avoiding the line to the super multiplex. “I wanna be a wesman." He rides on her shoulder; she turns to the attractive super multiplex, and jigs to the music that played outside. She gets in the line and waits to go in, fascinated by his halo, deep in love with the sound of his voice. Then they became best friends. When we find a good spot to do a live super movie – my back yard – I say, “Alright this looks copasetic.” And that very spot is where I’m telling you this story... I wanna give a shout out to Abralahayum, and all the prophets who used this ancient art I’m ‘bout to teach y’all... They used trust in God to terrorize demons with prayer and there’s always more than enough so I know it’s gonn’ be somethin’ big... Love is a super power the devil doesn’t want you to have. There’s something Satan doesn’t want you to see, God’s in all, so look at ‘em; still love ‘em; when you look over hate and toward love, your mind gets a breakthrough - one you feel in your temples, like your brain is growing taller! And then you defend God like a good lawyer. And then you try to whisper into his belly, trying to make your voice clear like his, to give him the holy spirit back like that Azarban. It’s a time period: the moment you trust God is the moment you do, not the moment you distrust him. He already knew. When you don’t trust me ain’t when you do... I apologize, God, do you know that? I don’t even want drugs no mo’; I just want my soul back. Relaxed the inside o’ yo’ mind and yo’ hippocampus cried...And when I help it’s so you stop hurtin’ not for anything trophy-like...longing souls, long me - long time - like a long-ass extension cord.... I got the attention span of a cupid and the accuracy of the Lunar Man corp...
Gawndihowl morph...
(The ‘Axe’ narrator audio plays) ♫°In the midst of an unknown valley met the smartest men on earth, Zeus and Noah. They were the wisest of all humankind and they were so powerful that Lucifer’s army offered the both of them immortality to share with whomever they pleased. “Please, Zeus; you’re my best friend…” Noah whimpered, rubbing his tears into his cheeks. He was heartbroken that Zeus had taken the bribe. “Noah, you are so genuine. I have never met anyone like you, but I haveth not the will to go on in agony…without ARMS!”
“SIN GAVETH MEN ASTROLOGY AS WELL AS SWORDS, AND YOU TRUST IN WHAT YOU ARE ACCORDING TO THE SIGNS OF THE WORLD?!”
“NOAH, I’M A CAPRICORN…”
“Uh-h-you are driving me MAD, Zeus! THINK…” Noah suddenly starts walking away from Zeus. He runs around in circles, bumping into walls as if he was lost - looking for clues - his family awaiting his direction in all their wealth, livestock, and furs. It was as if someone was controlling him like a video game but they didn’t know what to do... Zeus continues speaking, “AZEZEL SAID I WILL BE SELFISH, HOLDETH GRUDGES, AND IT’S TRUE! EVERYTHING HE SAIDETH WAS TRUE!”
“NO IT IS NOT, UNLESS YOU CAN PROVE TO ME IT IS TRUE!”
“Well let me ask you this: Do I have an optimistic personality?”
“I do not know what that is, Zeus?”
“See…How do you know if it is right or wrong? What about my lack of a dry humor…Huh? I’m a Capricorn, Noah.”
“Zeus, shuteth up and listen… You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into; If God wanted us to do sorcery we would have been born sorcerers.”
“AN ANGEL POINTED ME IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION!”
“Well…angels are supposed to be in heaven so give me the directions or map it out so we can both go and ask God!”
In the days of Noah and Zeus, monsters and sorcerers inhabited the earth. A fallen angel with a wide essence - Lucifer - aided wands and weaponry during man’s warfare. Lucifer never revealed himself to those he aided. In fact, they did not even know it was he, thus, believing it was their own power. “What better way is there to rob men for their souls than to wear a mask?” babbled Lucifer, overly dying of thirst as he celebrated in unbearable dehydration. He trembled with malnourishment when he tried to speak. In the night of Lucifer’s fall, he and his followers gathered on a hill to make plans for revenge on humanity. They divided themselves into teams and they all bowed to Lucifer. Incubus - one of Lucifer’s sons - was an idiot. He never did anything right and his entire team was just as ignorant as he. Incubus’ team was made-up of his spoiled rotten brothers and sisters. As Lucifer made plans to defile women and give men things to piss God off with, Incubus’ troop profoundly screwed up. Lucky for them, when everyone met the next morning, Incubus’ team was swimming in the ocean 80 miles east of the destination point! Lucifer’s plan went well, but God grew pissed a bit sooner than expected! As the many followers he had gained, Luce was imprisoned until further-notice. To bind an angel you will need shackles or chains made of holy-fire, light, or water. As for Incubus’ team - they were free to roam the earth and do whatever they wanted, forever. Shortly after Noah and Zeus split-up, Noah had a one-on-one with God and God ordered him to build the ark. Zeus shared his powers with his brothers and began to recruit others to live amongst them as “immortals” He had until Noah finished the ark to enjoy himself! Yet, that was shortened when his brother Hades went psycho and killed everyone! Lucifer’s angelic brainpower allowed him to see that there WOULD be a savior. It was, in fact, a vision of his that his schemes would blind men and rob the Christ of ALL his future followers. Lucifer and his followers were intelligent, but some of the most self-destructive idiots of all time. Amongst sorcerers and conquerors, counterfeit trees of life were secretly distributed. God dislikes holding back his power, so, Lucifer aided these as well. When inhaled, they made people age slowly and healed flesh wounds in mere seconds. At night, the trees would flare up and emit a warm, blissful, sensation. The trees also hydrated people when they inhaled them watered or if it rained on them. The trees were easy to grow - all you had to do was water them. They did not grow very tall. Most of them were no bigger than your average bush or shrub. Only one tree was over 5 feet. It was pretty darn big though. Everyone called it Quanpoo. Quanpoo was over forty feet tall. However, it was easy to move! With a little black magic and 20 people to dig it up for you, you could take it anywhere you wanted! Daily, the native sorcerers battled over Quanpoo! There was one very significant tree of life region called Amolvia. Hordes of monsters always surrounded Amolvia. The monsters were made of steel, but their muscles moved like normal flesh and bone. Their fur hence from hair-thin steel-strings, finely straightened and decorated by the Amolvian alumni. Their eyes were dim-flashing balls of light. Their eye-colors- versatile. They were not violent at all. They were just always hungry. Therefore, they hunted for stragglers near the Amolvian border, endlessly. A brutal race of people - the Amolvians - watered their trees daily, but did not have a clue that they were hydrating them. They taunted people who openly drank water to survive. Amolvians were like African-Americans with straightened hair. They settled in the Libyan Desert. Amolvians invented a science of war that made them petrifying opponents. They would, stealthily, rob other regions for their magic trees at night, and then challenge them to war the next morning. When they realized the Amolvians had a tree for every soldier in the Amolvian army, they would surrender. Ever since the day they founded Amolvia, Quanpoo stood in its sorcerer pre-school yard. The best fighters get the best tree I guess… In those days, everyone had his or her own style of sorcery. When using magic that required the hands, Amolvians vibrated their hands as they discharged to assure opponents that their hands were naturally producing the magic. They were able to levitate. They could not fly, but they could only grow lighter. They were as light as a feather, and as heavy as they wanted to be. In addition, their swordsmen practiced mild sorcery - wielding swords by making the grip magneti
cally shadow their hand while performing back flips and handstands. The swords looked like high-speed windmill blades as they rotated them! Amolvians rarely ate, but never drank. Their sources of energy were the simulated trees of life they inhaled to stay perpetual. During the infamous term of King Yuity Dipsel, a young Caucasian-guy hopped in front of an Amolvian seminar and began howling, “Those evil trees are not vim and vigor and they are DEATH!” You could tell Todd wasn’t an Amolvian. He was the only one without a fancy sharp edge or wand glittering, slightly, with every budge. In addition, he had water jugs sagging from his collar and waists as if he was a water-balloon warlord or something. “START DRINKING NOW, AND BE AT PEACE WITH GOD!” he screamed. The Amolvian alumni celebrated and laughed at him. “YU-IT-Y! YU-IT-Y! YU-IT-Y!” sang the Amolvians. “WAT-ER! WAT-ER! WAT-ER!” Todd chanted back. The weight of his water jugs threw him perfectly OFF balance. He stumbled. A chubby Amolvian man, named Okarinj, fell to his knees gasping for air in mid-laughter. “Alright, you win, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, just stop making me LA-AhHAAA!”
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