dis is teh story of momoism
teh story of
teh prty prty profet
namd momo
n his dyspels
is epic
iz posing 4 statues
n pantings
dis is teh 1st disypel of momoism his name is sybrows n upon seeing teh momo he bekame enthralld n wierd n sticky in plases ppl don't talk bout
n lo momo wuz seen n eet wuz good
n wuz gooder still
yup...
still good
n lo, sybrows plotted how to prase momo
thinks
wut to do
i knoes!
i wil make momo teh cakes
an he will teh luuuuv me
no, a piktar! i draws him a piktar
den he wil luuuv mah n hug me n kiss n kiss n kiss n kiss me n tuch me
must lern to dra
winz
dis wil work
drawing
drawing
drawing wwid finers
he will luuuv dis
being elusif n teh pretty momo regekted teh advences of sybrows sayin':
"Foo! U kan't get to teh momo wid stoopid piktars! U best pray momo don't shoot a bitch!"
n lo
sybrows wuz teh sad
n went off alone
to be sad
n alone
cries
but den came to a reelizashun
wid funny glasus
omg
prays!
i knoes wut to do!
i giv u mah souls!
iz lying
i mean other ppl's souls...
disypel?
dis good idee
finalee, ppl to warship mah n do wut i say
ialways new i shud haff disypels
dey can iron my paisley shirts n tell me how gud i look
n open doors 4 me n anser mah fone n git mah mail n buy me new maps n fix mah hairdryer n go to teh stor
n organize mah closets n sing me songs of prase n reed teh news to me n call mah moms when i don't
YES
I shall be a profet
n colect ppls souls
n disypels
wid my curls
glistening in de sun
n teh profet spake:
"Cum, sybrows! Halp me find moar disypels."