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Posted by CharlaX on Friday, January 16, 2009 11:42:30 AM
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There is a castle in the desert surrounded by fields of wheat ripe in need of attention some people to thresh them some people think this castle just materialized out of thick air and not the monks that built it. When you visit ask Friar de Lucke~ Who made the Castle? Show to us the buildings papers He slyly holds out his dogeared Bible. God. He says. He dances in a circle in a pantomime of making small crop circles. The bus was bought to us by Brother Fustz; he donated his fleet of Gasoline Tankers to fuel the mission buss until the end of time or 2099 whichever is first in time. “The mission buss.” A bus is coming to take Bums away from the Buss Center to the Castle Mission. There they aer asked to convert to religion or they can go back to the Buss Center and they wasted lives. Stay at the Mission eat bread and drink wine and work in the wheat fields besides. A brother converts. Here is a typical day at the mission. Brother Friar de Lucke~ leads the new man into the field of grain then gives to him a sword of wood Friar Bum takes the thing and starts to swing against the grain. Brother Fustz is off to town to pick up everyone around no one need hungar while the grain is ripe. Pretend the grain is now your enemies come you fight and slaughter them all the stalks of wheat the heads of grain fall to the ground. Later when the sun has set we will rise up from the beds we will go and gather them all wet from water in the dew no sleep for yew at all yew bum. The tares they catch the wind riding out with the wind they aer not rally men. But Devils in disguises laymen and spies. Not anyone. And here we pause for Brother Friar de Lucke~ stops preaching soon starts stomping more small crop circles to confuse them devils lurking.
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