look through the aquarium, picture this. | Ep. #006
Picture this, the king is there looking in through the aquarium glass and talking to the fish but, is it really the fish that he is talking to?
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Elezar is now old and waiting to hear the bell toll.
“What profit is there in gaining the golden girl, and then lose the real prize, the world?”
He would have asked this of the young princes’ fish while looking in through the aquarium glasses, ish. Through that which was a gift of the offerings, given to him by the squares at their passing and was to be a sign to him of the wonderful things which were being done over on their hallowed spheres, and which could easily be done among him and his kinds if they were to become friends and great allies on squared kings’ vehicles. But, that would have been after he would have heard about the attest exploits of his son. That was when he was to speak through the glass of the aquarium and wonder out loud. What is it that had now befallen my son? He would have wondered in concerns for him, he who was red hot there under the collar and blue in the face enraged at the general’s pronouncements gave, grazing in the grass yard, and not laughing too hard at the intentions within, an intent to go take it to them.
And to do them in, now that the old king is just about gone, and the young are in. or soon will begin.
The princess too, she was young alright. But hers was the power over there, by rights. Clemson was to inherit the throne of his father -Elezar in another hour or shorter. However, the general has got the might, at least at this stage in the young princes’ life. She wasn't the king's first choice to become the princes’ wife, but this is my life, Clemson the prince would have advised the advisor, he who was an outsider to his inner circle provider, but was squarely inserted in, to be there and mingling in with him, apparently, upon the wishes of his father king, the Larry King.
Who was, coincidentally, he was to be going the way of the burial ceremony, shortly! Or was it? Was it really him who had sent the outsider in? The correct answer to that question seems to be still somewhere out there and blowing in the wind. He had fallen hard for her sugar chord, even though she was not a Lar.
She would have come on in, riding high on the tributes-paying train, to pay respect to the dying King, again, but then. She would have run squarely into sweet Clem, no, not that Clem, Clemson my friend, and we don’t want to confuse up the two of them, the Clems.
So, that is why we don’t want to be calling them here by their common names over there. Anyhow. It's not like it had not happened there before, and everyone knew the score, as to how that was to frown upon the door.
But the young prince was not fazed, “after all, these are modern days, things have changed from the old depraved, and glory lies up ahead of the gaze.”
King would have relented to sin and would have allowed changes to begin, and everywhere around the kingdom throne, there, look, look at it. See what I mean?
There are joy and laughter everywhere, replacing frown and after fear, after the gears of Mary and Marsha’s sharing up of the ginger beer, you know, like, after the afternoon's dream team was to be done with having their time, spraying the sayings. Prophesying what will be the next happenings. And making predictions as to what will soon be happening around this modern-day kingdom throne. Well, the joy and laughter were to be heard everywhere but... Tough luck for someone's but, but, but now please, shut up and go put the button in the buttonhole.
But really though, who was it? Who could the garment fit? Something is about to happen at the mixed up marriage in the coffin, sorry, I meant to say, besides the coffin.
But how could Lars have known that far? To have known that some of them were merely clowns, not stars, acting the parts unknown, yes mister mistar, for the greater good of a square house and home, in the hood, maybe. This is how it was to go.
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Once upon one of those times, he would have looked out over the waters and was to find that he and all of his kind, had fallen. Just like all of the Lars den, he too had fallen far behind. So, that was when it would have happened, again.
He knew right there and then that he would have got to go out and spend the necessary time and the overtime if he was to catch up in line with the rest of mankind. So, he went on out with his fishing gears. He would have made some wrong calls in these, yes indeed.
Clemson too would have ended up making leagues with this Kingsley, or more like, with someone in his lines dimly. His wrong call was now about to come calling, in some faraway place called, something like, in the Waist in deeds.
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Meanwhile. He was there, yonder far. He was not a Lar, sure not like those rounded and Circular, He was still sitting up there, sitting upon his rocking chair but with nothing to spare, it was all gone by the end of the storm, the snowstorm which had kept him in.
Way up there, that was the way of the squares over there. And yet to be fair, it wasn't all happening just there, and there only.
It was the times of the kings, there were very many of them. On either side of the den. Over there were the squares and their kings fair.
And on that other side over there, oh no, not here, it had never been sir I swear, but there, over there. Just like squares, Lars and kings were also fair. Until they would have run into each other and started studying one another, the one was studying the other.
Well, in truth, only one of them was, you know, doing the studying. As for the other? He was being studied. But not knowing a thing. Like is the custom with things when it comes to him.
With all of them. Those rounded circular gentlemen, they never did study nothing. I mean, anything going on over there my friends?
Meanwhile, while these things were happening. As they were happening. Somebody was found to be grumbling, and wondering hard at some other happenings:
Where goes my little piece of the peace? He would have hissed at the beast, but. It was to cease.
Malicious code of ray had saturated and increased the day. Violent stream of lights pierced through the night and the sound of silence was to become a thing of violence.
Is this the end for them? Might well be my friend.
Clem is gone, Elezar too has just moved on, fought it good and moved on. Really strong King he was, beat the brute back although he was an old man.
Before he could have chased them away though, they would have started noticing the latter end of those Larried men.
He now calls them friends, again, yeah, that would be Clemson and his men, and was to make leagues with him, invitations send to visit the visitors and the reverse the next verse.
They became close too, much too close for the comfort with which Clem and Elezar were comforted. Until the truth of Kingsley’s boot was to walk the route and all that once belonged to Clem, was to become Kingsley's loots.
But now, Elezar is gone, and his young son Clemson is in command. His grandson really, Clemson is now in command in the kingdom, and a squared princess sits on his right hand, the right left hand of royalty. What is the plan what is to become of them, everyone?
To be continued with, Ch. 4. Be on the lookout for Ep. #007, coming soon. Don't forget to subscribe and share, thank you. Go get the elk's book and others on my bookshelf.
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