Book of Who
In the beginning, there was the heavens and earth. The earth was without form and void, and the faceless masses of the bodiless spirits wandered the earth and the spirit of Who flew over this land. And Who said “ let there be bodies”, and there were bodies. And Who saw that the bodies were motionless and still and joined the spirits and the bodies. Who called the spirits Souls and the bodies corpses. And there were men and women, one day.
And Who said let there be dust, and there was dust. And the dust floated and flitted across the plains and seas and forests and settled in every corner of everyplace. And Who saw that the dust was good, for the spirits and the bodies were lazy but the dust was ever active, second day.
And Who saw that the spirits and bodies were lazy and saw that they were fat and he said “ let there be who riders”, and there were who riders. And the who riders rose out from the womb of the earth and spread across the barren plains and fields. As first they gathered by the ones, and then they gathered by the tens, and soon thereafter they gathered by the tens of thousands of riders. And they rode, third day.
And Who saw that the riders rode. And he said unto them “ Ride across these barren lands and these boundless seas and when such happens, bring ‘cross the word of Who and the earth shall be yours.” And the who riders rode from the deepest crevice of the shallowest pit to the lowest precipice of the highest mountain. And they rode. They rode across the smallest puddles and across the largest oceans. And they rode. They rode upon the waves of zephyrs and upon the crest of typhoons. And they rode, third day.
And the Who saw that the riders rode. And they rode until they reached the faceless souls and rested bodies of men and women. And the Who saw the promise of his own fulfilled. The who riders mowed through the fields of men and women and rode. They rode through the huts and cattle and chattel of the men and women and swept across the fruitful plains and bountiful land, leaving nothing but the wandering, straggling who ridden and the never stopping dust in their wake. And they rode, fourth day.
And the Who saw their work done and he said unto the who riders “You all are the riders of the land and it is yours.” The who riders fell upon the Who and they who rode all over that bitch’s ass. And they laughed and they laughed and they laughed, fifth day.
And on the sixth day, the who riders rested upon the bosom of the earth and returned to the womb of their mother. There they rest and still lie in slumber, for their work was great and their labor magnificent, sixth day.
And on the eight day, the bleachers were born. They were the children of the mother and they rose up all across the land, feeding upon the fallen corpses of the bodies and sucked the spirits in. They stood tall and ruled and will rule over the remaining men and women until the who riders return and mark the bleachers with the symbol of dominance, the one the only mark of the Who riders.
And Who said let there be dust, and there was dust. And the dust floated and flitted across the plains and seas and forests and settled in every corner of everyplace. And Who saw that the dust was good, for the spirits and the bodies were lazy but the dust was ever active, second day.
And Who saw that the spirits and bodies were lazy and saw that they were fat and he said “ let there be who riders”, and there were who riders. And the who riders rose out from the womb of the earth and spread across the barren plains and fields. As first they gathered by the ones, and then they gathered by the tens, and soon thereafter they gathered by the tens of thousands of riders. And they rode, third day.
And Who saw that the riders rode. And he said unto them “ Ride across these barren lands and these boundless seas and when such happens, bring ‘cross the word of Who and the earth shall be yours.” And the who riders rode from the deepest crevice of the shallowest pit to the lowest precipice of the highest mountain. And they rode. They rode across the smallest puddles and across the largest oceans. And they rode. They rode upon the waves of zephyrs and upon the crest of typhoons. And they rode, third day.
And the Who saw that the riders rode. And they rode until they reached the faceless souls and rested bodies of men and women. And the Who saw the promise of his own fulfilled. The who riders mowed through the fields of men and women and rode. They rode through the huts and cattle and chattel of the men and women and swept across the fruitful plains and bountiful land, leaving nothing but the wandering, straggling who ridden and the never stopping dust in their wake. And they rode, fourth day.
And the Who saw their work done and he said unto the who riders “You all are the riders of the land and it is yours.” The who riders fell upon the Who and they who rode all over that bitch’s ass. And they laughed and they laughed and they laughed, fifth day.
And on the sixth day, the who riders rested upon the bosom of the earth and returned to the womb of their mother. There they rest and still lie in slumber, for their work was great and their labor magnificent, sixth day.
And on the eight day, the bleachers were born. They were the children of the mother and they rose up all across the land, feeding upon the fallen corpses of the bodies and sucked the spirits in. They stood tall and ruled and will rule over the remaining men and women until the who riders return and mark the bleachers with the symbol of dominance, the one the only mark of the Who riders.
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