Ahh, some gods of worth, continuing now with chapter 10b, ep #015

Chapter ten is one of those rather long ones, and so we need to chop it up a bit to make it fit properly in here. Here now is pt. 2 of that, ch. 10b.


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Now, here for you, are some more gods of worth. With great things to do.
Gods of the new birth.
Those who received the special gifts worship and do obeisance unto them, and in turn, the gods bless or curse the givers or those who dare to invoke their attention on behalf of others. The nonsense, just for instance.
Gods of the hurricane
They visit the people for good or evil, to warn or to bless. Strong winds may blow, to send waste and withered things where they should go.
When those very strong winds though, happens to be gods, gods who will without fail show the enemy the road to toe.
Don't get on the wrong end of their wrath, no. Like, when those very men were to be headed back home again, they were to run headlong, into the fury of the Gods of the Hurricane. And.
In studying, he would have studied, and he was doing the experiments too. But that too was to study you, studying you, and all of the other studded Lars studs too, as well as the un-studded buddies.
And to try and understand all of the things which they, just as much as you do. Or fail to do like they would often do, failing at doing what they were supposed to.
And in so doing, he would have found out and learned more about you, much more than all of the nothingness which you thought that you knew, but never did know. That was just to show you that you did not know.
You did know nothing that was worth the knowing, as the records were to be showing. But as for him! He would have known right away that you, Lars, you never did do nothing in the cars, no, I mean, anything of your own, and even though you may want them to go on and say that it’s not so, Irene.
You sure seemed to know how to go around and sew copies of other people's cow, and that was how, yes, that was how he would have mopped up your sweaty brow. And harvested all of the fields which you had planted and plowed. Anyhow.
There are other things too, things which he would have done to you, that's true, and that was never going to be too flattering for you. He sells his craftiness as well as the bonding glue, sells it lot stack and pork barrels onto you, and your nastiness too, came from, yes, guess who?
Things like, like those which you love to copy him and turn to do, he tells you how to do things boo, things which you already know, that you should never do.
And yet you do. Because it's new, sticking to him crazy like glue, who knew? But as for him? As for that man? Listen on.
The man knows what he's about. He comes over and stake you out, to T-bone steak the lunch out of you, no doubt. He teaches you many things designed to draw you in into his behind the scenes sins, and show you around his shrine.
By shining the lights in, and behind the walls of Kingsley’s sparkling shine. And all things divinely designed for jack as is, monkeys and swine.
He designs them all to win you, and your trust too, he shows you what he wants you to do, and tells the hell out of the details boo.
Saying that this isn't new, it's the way to do do booboo, and is what I myself and everyone else does do. And he will even go all the way and show it to you, if needs be seen sowed, because, that is not who he really be so.
And you be like, like, you be-lieve. Because, you will never really get to see who he really heave, nor will you even ever get to enter into the gates where he lives. Nor will you ever get to ask her, as to what he is after.
Laughter, at your expense, after. After you are done pastured off, in the slaughtering slaughtered off, off to the ever after. Yet more laughing laughter over there can you hear?

He is an actor and is playing the part of the movie clip role, rolling in the pasture, as well as showing off all of the times when he was seen there rolling out the poster. And casting broken bottles at the cattle grazing in the pastures.
Even if he should be consumed in the acts sir, that's not who he starts sir, and you will never have him to become darker than he already are sir.
Quite unlike how it is with the Lars sir. He would have been collateral damage, a price to pay in order to get the real job done, and you down the drainage.
For the greater image, the job of downing and donning you know who, and all of his kind friends too. Your kinds of everyone. One two three, look at Mister Lee, as in, Kingsley. Call him by his name, Kingsley, Mister Kingsley king.
He has purpose and reason, but not like those which he would have given, to folks like you, yes, and your kinds too.
You just want to up and go to heaven. To lay your head in the bosom of the god-given, gods which he himself would have given, unto you, and only for a season, to even you up after that you have risen up again, from the dead end. No problem.
But as for you, you thought that you were on sparring terms, with him? That just like him, you are, within? And that you would have managed to become equal to him, no, not yet so.
Like img yes, maybe. I, m, maybe so, as in images to go, images of him, which he wants you to win, but not the real him no, in this then, squares won. Lars, you lost.


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A grab of Gods to serve.
Gods of the waters
Great to be on the right side of this God, in order to prosper, you don't want to be on the wrong side.
Listen to what I'm saying, while I’m here watching you, and listening, and spraying more nonsense in your hearing, while you are there n looking in, at him. I’m hearing you a-praying. And I’m now going to be telling you something more about him. Look at him, focus the lens deep within, look before you leap and go take the plunge within, deep.
Take things deeply into consideration or you're gonna mourn and weep. Before you learn to swim, swam, slam the man. Now, go to sleep. Because.
The waters are rising steady, and ready for the puddles around your little piedy, the feet.
The rain came tumbling down again, you got washed away in the flood drain. And spinning down the main.
Today you're out again though, still wallowing in the muddied stain, and sledding in the snow.

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Picture of the book,"The sword, the word and books of rules.
As seen on the bookshelf
Gods of war
Drive the fear of God into the enemy and delivers the friends to safety.
Gods of the moon and stars.
Twinkle, twinkle little star… twinkle little who? Why are you still listening to that booboo? Stop it I say, just quit.
In the beginning, was the Ovals, they live over on their side of the Oval. And the gods too. His gods weren’t a few.
Oval is a Lar, rounded and Circular, that’s how they are, but not too grounded as the recorded sounds seem to be sounding, and as it seems to show so far, but all around, they seemed to abound in things spiritually unknown.
But essentially central to all of them there, there is a belly full of the bulls and the bears, and the bare essentials too.
The essential feat of majoring in all things to do with gods to eat, until they would have gotten other things squarely trusted upon them, things such as more of the same.
Yes, you know them, more gods my friend. So, now they are found to have there, and even have them in reserve, a grab of gods yes, Gods to serve, and be served, and to serve up the mess:
Gods of the ancient
Gods of the wind,
Gods of the dead.
Gods of the dance,
Gods of the wilderness,
Gods of the waters,
Gods of war,
Gods of peace
Gods of the new birth,
Gods of our forefathers
Gods of the ancestors,
Gods of the mountain
Gods of the valley
Gods of the moon and the stars.
Gods of the fields
Gods of music
Gods of singing
Gods of shouting
Gods of the sounds
Gods of silence
Gods of trees
Gods of smokes
Gods of fire. And yet more gods are theirs to hire.
And then, there are also the gods which come straight out of the other guy’s bag pen: gods which they will come and give to you and supply.
Until you get yourself saved with all of your sshh-shaving creams, be nice and clean, and die, and go to heaven, to meet up with them, yeah, all of those.
Ah some Gods my friends, yes, as they really are. Are they not?
And then there are ghosts.
Give orders to the deceased to perform oats, and who acts as the spread upon your toast. Here comes more horses and their riders, holding on to the horsewhip on the glider and wishes of witches riding on a broom may be found to be carrying something in, in the noon, like, like when in carrying in the casket rim...
Rituals must follow in a particular order, so as not to cause offense or obstruct the journey farther. The dirty duppy or the clean and subtly, they all must stay and linger, in accordance with the commands of the Maggies’ rings on the fingers, while there leaning in on the window, maybe.
So as to carry messages in, on the return home journey, the journey back to the fair lands of the great ancestors home, and homely.
With the messages sent during the nine days events. First sent from the period of mourning to the nine-night in, and up until the burying.
It’s an omen to those who love them, as for those who don’t love them! The ghost will haunt them. But.


To be continued with, Ch. 10c. And Ep. #016, coming soon. Be on the lookout. Don't forget to subscribe to this website to be notified on posts and updates. and also, subscribe to the youtube channel, iis4inkytv, like and share it too, the youtube channel is at, where you get a visual perspective of the story and hear the author read it. look for vids such as this, thank you.   Go get the elk's books and others on my Amazon bookshelf.  

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  1. Yes mi fren, my good friend, it's story time again, with me, E Lloyd Kelly, the writing elk already. Come along with me as I loop some more tales through my feather pen, again. Now, here’s today’s episode.

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