CHOSEN!!!
Glory be to Elvis!
I'm proud to say Elvis visited me yet again in another dream! He was the Elvis of the 70s. He carried his dead brother's infantile corpse in his arms. I dropped to my knees! I thanked him. I kissed his feet. He told me to stand, and I rose. Elvis told me to drop my pants. I told him it was wrong. He told me he was the king. I dropped my pants. I stood there naked and Elvis unzipped my ball sack and I screamed, 'Glory be to Elvis!' Elvis sang 'Old Shep' and I cried. He then told me that he was 'Gonna stuff my twin's flesh in your testicles - so I can spread my seed. You see, when you release your seed inside a woman folk - a little Elvis will be born. Amen.' Amen. I look forward to another one of your challenges, O Elvis O Lord. Glory be to Elvis. Glory be to all.
Elvis. Elvis. Elvis.
I love you, Elvis.
I love you like a large pig,
slathered in jam.
I love you like a little mouse caught in a
trap. O Elvis - let me be you.
O Elvis
Let me be me.
O Elvis - please oh please
don't shoot that TV.
I beg you to hold my hand instead.
And simply look at the moon.
O Elvis.
Glory be to Elvis. Now go on and take on the day!
I'm proud to say Elvis visited me yet again in another dream! He was the Elvis of the 70s. He carried his dead brother's infantile corpse in his arms. I dropped to my knees! I thanked him. I kissed his feet. He told me to stand, and I rose. Elvis told me to drop my pants. I told him it was wrong. He told me he was the king. I dropped my pants. I stood there naked and Elvis unzipped my ball sack and I screamed, 'Glory be to Elvis!' Elvis sang 'Old Shep' and I cried. He then told me that he was 'Gonna stuff my twin's flesh in your testicles - so I can spread my seed. You see, when you release your seed inside a woman folk - a little Elvis will be born. Amen.' Amen. I look forward to another one of your challenges, O Elvis O Lord. Glory be to Elvis. Glory be to all.
Elvis. Elvis. Elvis.
I love you, Elvis.
I love you like a large pig,
slathered in jam.
I love you like a little mouse caught in a
trap. O Elvis - let me be you.
O Elvis
Let me be me.
O Elvis - please oh please
don't shoot that TV.
I beg you to hold my hand instead.
And simply look at the moon.
O Elvis.
Glory be to Elvis. Now go on and take on the day!
posted by elvischrist at 9:48 PM
1 Comments:
I have to admit that before this post, I was a tad leary of this whole Elvis religion thing, but now I feel like Saul on the road to Damascus! My eyes have been opened! My only hope now is that the rest of the world can be bathed in the white hot Presleyan light that flows forth from your scrotum! Praise Elvis, brother! Praise Elvis!
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