The Holy three spirits and Grails
Once upon a time, there were two best pals with no problems and nothing better to do. Fred who didn’t understand, and Poppy who didn’t speak as an excuse to explain. One day, as they sat lazily staring at their empty plains, dull lives and uncertain gains, they saw fond when water soaked a yellowish smashed grains. The next morning the sun shined and dried this no longer dust with peculiar new form.
“Well what is this!??”, Said Fred, while Poppy stared nowhere through the narrow stretches of her fogged eyes to this peculiar mass.
They were starving and didn’t think much, nor was Fred straight in the head, neither did Poppy cared, so they both took a bite and Wala, It was bread. This word was inspire by Poppy’s filtered eyes of red and self named, Fred.
They ran off into the plains to collect all this grain, scattered everywhere as if it was naturally made or as they explained, “Gods’ create.” As time passed, they enjoyed this wonderful fulfilling discovery and what Fred couldn’t understand came, while Poppy was there to blame for being the kind of person who lived dreams and lived by them.
“The problem?”, Fred maddening to Poppy said, “How are we to transport this bread?! How are we to keep it around long enough to keep our lives??”
They knew this light was true, but their kappel and hijab couldn’t be stuffed anymore, this Holy grain was now man made and even the Camel’s water was no longer Gods’. Rationing from numbers were formed, to count down and to store, to carefully absorb these new embodied forms. Holy goods were now too expensive to delight and too scarce to leave behind.
At Poppy’s reaction of nothing, Fred took a deep breath and hungrily shopped this bread to shreds and Wala, spaghetti was made. No, not the Italian’s, not yet.
Soon after, this shredded stripped long bread was another Holy word and this word quickly spread to the corners of then World. When Westerners heard, to this delight exclaimed,
“Mama mia, we have to get our hands in there!”, and so its how began, a war with no end.
After long crusades, endless rivers of blood, scared man made meat and dried oceans to useless grains, Fred started to complain again and Poppy there to explain, to a new crusader friend, Manuel 180.
Manuel 180, (A great ninja from the East known in the West as ‘100mph’ or ‘100%’, some as ‘Gabriel’, sometimes ‘Buddha’ or simply ‘M, with another end’) was there to join this spirited men until one day while delighted by Poppy’s blank stares he had a vision which made him say,
“Fellas, we have to explode to win and gain 72 cherry filled mermaids.”
Poppy in awe for the first time spoke, “It’s not just 3 of us dude, it’s thousands, close to 420! What could we do with 72s? ”
“Nothing!”, Said Manuel 180 “They most be kept cherry whole, that is your goal, now lets go and fire in the hole.”
Fred now hesitated and even Poppy spoke again,” Who are you really, and why should we believe you?”
“I am Juniper’s cousin!”, With an adamant voice Manuel 180 told and explained,
“People most not know my true identity, it is why I’ve become a ninja. My cousin Juniper on the other hand, once went rogue, he collected 13 Ronin folks and for speaking too much got impaled to a post.”
Fred finally understood it all and Poppy visualized it all. They knew the story of Juniper and now, they finally found something better to do, to tell the story of this new dude.
Anyways, meanwhile, the Holy men of the West took advantage of this new wave and stole this shredded bread to study home, where is now well kept underground infront of your nose, below layers of blood sauce, man made meat and milk grains; Wala! Italian cuisine was made.
We are visiting the Vatican soon. Our mission is simple, to enter their mysterious underground secret dungeon and with our cleareyes see the ‘Holy Grail‘ and steal it back to this World. We need it more than ever, this simple form of God which once freely grew and could’ve kept us sane. It’s there to be taken and shine our path in these dark times, to give us new life, to ease the pain and end the war for soil and faith.
How do you get inside the Vatican’s secret vaults? Luckily through hard work, we’ve been informed of the verbal code and happy to share,
“Give me spaghetti whole, without tomatoe sauce, cheese, nor meatballs.”
The story of these fellas’ discovery and invention of the bomb is yet to be known, we are working hard to expose these facts.
Thank you.
T. Winds
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