The Parasomnial Order: Bæyű!

Now this king of Hulett was a descendant from the loins of Darbbuhlorn, and was a partaker of the blood of the Osagites by birth. – Willard 1:21

Hey, what baby? Ummm?

Okay.

[Guitar chime E to B]

How, huh oh crap, nice, nice, nice, that’s looking good.

But yeah who who was it, oh yeah, that foot scared the shit out of it!

It was sh-oh sh-shoot con she our ears ca.

that’s s o$^w.

Behold, Cumorah’s Flat was in the land of Panora. And the Lord broke down the altar of Eternal-Father, and of the gods of the land, and utterly destroyed them, and smote the priest that he died: and there was great mourning in Panora, and also in the court of Salamander; which Salamander signifies mark by royal blood. – Willard 1:20

What are these? What is that?

It’s mine, what the hell he took my amp!

What the hell?

What the fuck?

. . .

Huh, die way way wait wait.

Errrh, errrrh, what tha! Uh uh,

[Guitar wall chime!]

That’s great.

As it was with Joseph so shall it be with thee; but through thy ministry my name shall be known in the earth forever, for I am thy God. – Willard 1:19

Who is this? Who’s this?

Soft ewe, who’s computer is that?

Hey-ah, what is it?

How do I get out of it?

How do I get in to it?

Ok thanks huh.

Humps tucks them en scariot.

. . . Huh? . . .

Kime clay, nice!

. . .

Why not, why not, what could hurt?

Money oh crap, huh, oh that’s awful.

. . .

Behold, I will lead thee by my hand, and I will take thee, to put upon thee my name, even the Priestcraft of thy father, and my power shall be over thee. – Willard 1:18

Hey, hey now, no, no ,no . . . wait, listhen.

You’re way at the, will you turn around real quick so I can see exactly.

Now I know.

Aye oh, I’m shot!

Go back and hangout with, then stick my wiener in her, and she go bye.

[disturbances] Oh cup, mmm.

And this because they have turned their hearts away from me, to worship the god of Eternal-Father, and the god of Christ, and the god of Holy-Ghost, and the god of Salamander, king of Hulett; therefore I have come down to visit them, and to destroy him who hath lifted up his hand against thee, Willard, my son, to take away thy life. – Willard 1:17

Hey, du . . . bup! Bup, vuse by pool.

You need to look at Fat Father,

Can’t get Fat Father 2, see?

Fat Father was kicking it like his fat father, see?

And his voice was unto me: Willard, Willard, behold, my name is Elohim, and I have heard thee, and have come down to deliver thy father’s house, and from all thy kinsfolk, into a strange land which thou knowest not of; – Willard 1:16

Huh, tu, ah man, oh man this is the longest freakin’

This is the longest um, ampits.

Oh where’s he going, ah, where-ith the laundromat.

Ah-oh, oh crap! Crap, so hard to oh cripe.

[toad] Oh that’s cute

I love you Ashely, I really do, so cool to hang with, seriously.

And as they lifted up their hands upon me, that they might offer me up and take away my life, behold, I lifted up my voice unto the Lord my God, and the Lord hearkened and heard, and he filled me with the vision of the Omnipotent, and the simulacrum of his presence stood by me, and immediately unloosened my bands; – Willard 1:15

Audeorble, here did?

There’s a, I see titties, I see bare titties!

Hm, oh yes, oh man this is great, I really like this.

Make a mix sweet thing, a mix.

That you may have an understanding of these gods, I have given you the fashion of them in the figures at the beginning, which manner of figures is called by the Panorians Parasomnia, which signifies Somniloquy. – Willard 1:14

Ew, uh, hey get off me.

You’re not gonna get at a, me.

Did we really?

You might be a puss, yeah pretty much.

Can I try the other or . . . can I try the other one?

Hey! huh, . . . I tried both . . . crackled . . . I tried, I tried.

Wait wait wait like this stifle, dude this is stripe, white stripe in, at it’s stripe in,

It’s the whole way in one the the hot bottle in the vaginas.

Deep vagina, it’s what vagina was wearing.

It was made after the form of a wagon, such as was had among the Panorians, and it stood before the gods of Eternal-Father, Christ, Holy-Ghost, and also a god like unto that of Salamander, king of Hulett. – Willard 1:13

Hey! Hururer. Where is espas?

. . . Oh-o yeah-ah . . .

I can’t get the rhythm down, too white solo freakin’ pound.

Th-th-th-that was fresh, oh shit!

. . . bomb bomb retard hey.

And it came to pass that the priests laid violence upon me, that they might slay me also, as they did those virgins upon this altar. – Willard 1:12

Wait, I don’t feel like rrirr. . .

You’re 4 years old, yeah yal, yeah yal.

Piece of shit you fucker, fucker . . . !

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