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2020-12-27 01:56:43
Wocl
Astrisckh and Emperor of the Joe Empire.
I: Left Thumb.
On the 11th of August 32020 Joe Beef was there. Formless and ubiquitous He was there. Joe Beef took it upon Himself to generate His first Finger, decided He that the Left Thumb was to be generated spontaneously out of the weenal aether that permeated the UNDER REALM of Wocl. The Spirit moved over and came through He was and from thence he became. This Thumb, although short and moist hath become existent from the primordial weenal soup, thus the whole movement of life was to be set forth by the Thumb of Joe Beef, it was so.
And the Spirit which thoroughly split into inatmis and paratmis and there was solar radiation. Today He was thorough, today He was the Flesh, Tangy Flesh and He was through and through-going. The Blood doth boil among the aether and the Spirit sayeth: Let there be the sponge.
And there was sponge, and from thence there was Holy and from thence generated the World, and the land Wocl was generated thence.
There the Great Insertion took its hold; the Great Insertion was an answer, was not a being. It can only be described thus: Wocl was extremely dense, and there could be no biophosic existences among the Planes, and so the Natural Order was to distort and bend and stretch and INSERT thus the Great Insertion took place. And there was silence, unending beginningless silence.
II. Left Index
The Thumb was fine, it ruled and was there. But an untimely movement was continue was hath began. In time things were generated after the Thumb but no Index hath begun: Disorderly Conduct. There were thumbs, sheep, gods, but no Index, and Joe Beef sayeth: Let there be Index.
and from Thence generated the Index.
The god known as the Unrotten Paiock came down unto the land of Wocl and there was havoc, the massive wings covered the skies and they stunk and bled and rotted and thenceforth the Great Decadence. There were great floods, nay, not floods of water, but those of blood, and the beings of Wocl slowly decayed and were alive and decayed alive. The gods which possessed all things were once shy and hid their forms, they too began to rot and so seeking help unhid their form and were rotting and melting and were helpless.
And thus the Unrotten Paiock took flight to another forsaken planet, and all was well...
I: Left Thumb.
On the 11th of August 32020 Joe Beef was there. Formless and ubiquitous He was there. Joe Beef took it upon Himself to generate His first Finger, decided He that the Left Thumb was to be generated spontaneously out of the weenal aether that permeated the UNDER REALM of Wocl. The Spirit moved over and came through He was and from thence he became. This Thumb, although short and moist hath become existent from the primordial weenal soup, thus the whole movement of life was to be set forth by the Thumb of Joe Beef, it was so.
And the Spirit which thoroughly split into inatmis and paratmis and there was solar radiation. Today He was thorough, today He was the Flesh, Tangy Flesh and He was through and through-going. The Blood doth boil among the aether and the Spirit sayeth: Let there be the sponge.
And there was sponge, and from thence there was Holy and from thence generated the World, and the land Wocl was generated thence.
There the Great Insertion took its hold; the Great Insertion was an answer, was not a being. It can only be described thus: Wocl was extremely dense, and there could be no biophosic existences among the Planes, and so the Natural Order was to distort and bend and stretch and INSERT thus the Great Insertion took place. And there was silence, unending beginningless silence.
II. Left Index
The Thumb was fine, it ruled and was there. But an untimely movement was continue was hath began. In time things were generated after the Thumb but no Index hath begun: Disorderly Conduct. There were thumbs, sheep, gods, but no Index, and Joe Beef sayeth: Let there be Index.
and from Thence generated the Index.
The god known as the Unrotten Paiock came down unto the land of Wocl and there was havoc, the massive wings covered the skies and they stunk and bled and rotted and thenceforth the Great Decadence. There were great floods, nay, not floods of water, but those of blood, and the beings of Wocl slowly decayed and were alive and decayed alive. The gods which possessed all things were once shy and hid their forms, they too began to rot and so seeking help unhid their form and were rotting and melting and were helpless.
And thus the Unrotten Paiock took flight to another forsaken planet, and all was well...
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