The Church of Ou Be Low hoo - Worship Me.
Hallelujah, Rastafaaari! Ya never did da forgivin' me, Natty Dread.
So, I've decided to make my divinity official. This is my house and all of you are welcome to enter into it and worship at my feet and elbows. Praise my name, sing songs to me, say little prayers, the whole-shebang...It's all accomodated for you here under this little roof.
In time, I may administer Priests and stuff like that, but seeing as I'm about as fresh as a fresh thing, I'd like to keep things totally based on me. You're welcome to think about my excellence at home, school, work, restaurants, etc. but always remember you have this little piece of heaven here. It's a place for fellowship, love and all things Ou Be.
I haven't really had time to work out the logisitcs of everything, but there will be hymns, an offical prayer and some commandments in the coming days, weeks, months ahead. It's sure to be an exciting time...
I've come to the conclusion that the more posts you make, the closer to heaven you get. Actually, my 'heaven' is more like the Buddhist belief in Nirvana...Oh, nevermind. Haw-haw-haw. Be careful though, my sheep...If your posts are stupid and lack thought, I shall place you on the slippery slope to Hell which happens to resemble a cube with high humidity levels and never-ending bad music.
Peace and redemption, plus no restrictions on when you can get down and hoochy...Also, you won't suffer from my judgement calling you off whomever and whatever you like to ride, if you get my down-low...Yeah, I'm talking 'bout all kinds of funk-funky love.
In the beginning there was God, but he was shit and restrictive so the poeple of Earth began to worship Ou Be and it was good.
Praise me...