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It was the times of the kings, there were very many of them. Here are some memorable kings in some of their most memorable moments. Welcome to chapter eleven (11a).

Chapter Eleven: In the name of a Larried king.

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It was the times of the kings, there were very many of them. Over there were the squares and their kings fair.

And on that other side over there, there are the Lars and theirs. Just like squares. Lars and kings were also fair.

Until they would have run into each other there, while squares would have been out doing the studying. As for the Lars. 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 bothered to study anything. But how could Lars have known that far, to have known that some of them were merely clowns, not stars, acting the parts unknown mister mistar, for the greater good of a squared house and home in the hood?

But there was one Lar who knew them afar, and who was different by a scar, he knew enough to have known that, he did not know a thing nor, even two or twenty-three.

So he would have purposed it within his knee, to go out and learn and copy the already established normalcy.

And learn, as much as he could scatter and burn, burning all that he could, or even to that which he could not earn he was to turn. And then, that would have been when it would have happened.

Clem would have caught the vision, but the rest of them never did know. So they would have copped out and let him go, even to prison.

They would have tossed him in into the lion’s den, of the wolves. And then, they went out playing golf.

Basking in the things of the other guys' sulk. Sulking in his bulky kinds of hardware, and soft, and drinking expensive wine then look in glass.

And dine, and finely cut suits of the bespoken kinds, and be spoken to like an eloquent stooge, smoking expensive cigars and often booze. Boosting the imagery down the sliding slippery slope.

“How in the world could something like this have happened?” He would have scratched his cap and wondered out loud at them. Although He already knows that it's not allowed to talk out loud in a crowd.

“Okay,” I heard her say, let me try and remind you how to remember. She would have said this fully awaken now from the slumber.

Then went her on to deal him a spread. When she was to open up to him in bed and said: The squares would have wondered in, driven hard by the fearsome rushing wind.

You were king then, and reigning over them, you were mightier than all of them. If you ask me. But wait a minute, you did ask me, didn't you?

Yes, yes you did.

So, I am going to continue on and to tell you, whether or not you want to listen and obey the queue. Like I always say to you, don’t ever go down to bay dieu. “Even so, I’m telling you now, like I was saying before.”

You did tumble down upon him, and war with him, and won. Yes, you did win, yes man. But that never-give-in never go away thing, never stops losing until he wins.

Now, this wonderful wonder-working thing at which you are now looking, this right here is him, winning again. Haven't you been listening?

Haven't you been paying the proper attention, Oh my Larried king, and my beloved companion? Because, if you were you would have noticed the vision, which he would have envisioned from way back there where it all began.

You would have noticed also that, the squares, and those kings of theirs, they were going everywhere, and everywhere they went, they were doing bad. Oh my lord.

They never quit my lad. No matter what it is that might have hit them, they are coming back again, mad. Placing one of their own in and among the local folks, and then another. And another.

And by the time anyone could heave-shake the shoulder and say, “why bother?” Squares were taking over. Taking over everything and running them, pushing the locals out of the evening.

And overwhelming them, and getting them to quit and change all that which they had ever known and done, and replacing those with new and strange other somethings, and other someones.

And have them calling it good, and blessing, and betterment. Which would have meant that. By the time they were to know what was it that had bitten them, they would have been cast out of their tents, and squared face would have been in. This is where we are now. Mister Larry king.

But really though, come here come a lot. Come on man. Let us really sit down and chat. No, leave out the chit, no place left here for that shit.

What kind of people does things like this? Like, sit down and take a back sit? Like, take a back seat in the train on the track rolling downhill station bound till. Like, until he is done with paying the bill?

And after he is done dead and gone, his descendants are left there praying on, and paying them still? Who was it that had broken your will?

How is it that you should end up like this Bill? Where another man now tells you who to kiss, and you go right on out doing it as if you are being dragged to the piss pit, but wait a minute.

That’s it! The pit, that’s it right there, look, look, you are lying with your back down over it, and not even realizing sit. Sit up, man. Sit up, and talk to me.

Where is the beauty which we once knew? Where is the vibrancy in the spit you spew? But that is what usually happens when one would have forgotten, you know, like, forgot to not let other peoples' rotten gets to become their own prize, you know!

Like, the price and the prize for picking the cotton. That right there was his key to come dumping his strangeness down on you, and on me.

But, that I suppose was because of the fact that my father’s, I mean, our father's ways were not free. Now, can you not see? Can’t you see what has come up upon the entire family?

You do everything now for everyone else’s comfort, and their programs, including sparing the rod by our children’s bad man, because he tells you that that is Saddam bad, and he it is, yes, that man, it is he himself who is going to be splitting them up and tossing them away from the life of living with their dads, as if that is a good thing, and not bad, now can you see?

Sit, sit up and spew some spit. If there is yet any venom left in your slit. Could it be that that was what they were out to get out of you, like, like from when the day was new? When they would have happened to bump into you, yeah, and me too?

And he would have put on the journeyman shoe, because, the road is long that much he knew? But as for you, and yes, I know, that means me too, we never did know what we should do it would seem.

And even if and when we should find out what to do, even in a dream. We were never found to be able to follow through.

Woah. How are we screwed? Who is he that is going to be able to save Sable, like, who is going to save us now? Wow!

They are out to get us can't you see? Like, they want to get us out of the way, yay, stay there staying there with all of that glare on your staring pair, you know, upon the eyes things, and even more so, on the vision one!

Come on, wake up man, wake up and come along. We've got a long way to go, if we are going to continue to go on, and to get anywhere, hop on, we are going over there. Speaking of hopping on.

Square would have hopped on over here, and after having seen all of the fabulous things in his dream, and in a lustful look at the can of beer, he wanted them, all of them said that said square-faced Ben -I want all of them. And they would have laughed.

But Kingsley king wasn't laughing no, not at all, he was as serious as a fall, a fall from Grace land dead bouncing ball.

He would have opened up his eyes and looked around the saw, and saw Lars here walking on diamond-studded ground straw.

Rubies, Jasper, precious gems prosper and abounding in the raw. He wanted it all, even the ground.

There were yet more precious things lying around out there too, all there in the grounded treasures unknown to you. Back home over there in the Frigid Zone though.

They knew, and soon, they were there prophesying the profit they will be buying with your bloody bleeding siding.

But he lied. Didn’t he?

Well of course he lied. But as for you, you go on singing the hop, happy apathy song. All night long my child.

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At the beginning point in the charter. Clem was the smarter, he would have known that he doesn't fight well with fat, and likes to stand up firmly on his flat, well, to tell you the truth. He doesn’t like it when he had was to fight on the water boot either.

But he was eager because, he also knew what they were after, and since they had come that far, he was sure that they were not going to turn around and part off of the walk-pass, without even so much as a chat and a haughty laugh with them, with us, with you even, on the Larried bus my friends.

So, he would have known how to let them go easy or to let them come in hard into larries boneyard. Come right on in, he would have beckoned to him.

He was to choose the “in” you know! Now, come on in a bit closer to me. So said he. Come on in Mister King, Mister Kingsley King, well, not really the king himself at that time, they were really his loyal men, and then later on in. Kingsley was to take the invite and come over too. And...

That was when, yeah, that was when it would have happened. They would have roped him in. And dragged him, and then bagged him. They had wanted to flog him but, some tender-hearted someone would have begged for him, so they would have washed him instead, and fed him, and then went out and about to bed him.

But not before he was entertained and got himself stained with the remains of his drain, as in, draining the drainage piping down the mane, and out again came more draining, from around the bend.

He was dripping hard and wetting with the wiping, which was soon tattered with various coloring, look at the pores, oh, the poor thing, the rain was falling, just like water it was pouring from his pores, and from farther, water was pouring yes, showing up the right side of him. And all of the mess. And then.

Then came the sobering up of the brain, and right away, they would have been back at it, you know, back at the game, playing it again. Well, it was theirs, not ours, not our game but theirs, squares sugar cane game was the name, that game.

And as for them, as for those larried men, they have not seen such a soldier called sober again since. Or have they?

Before he could have chased them away though, those squares would have started noticing the latter end of them, those larried men. He calls them friend, yeah, that would be both of them, both Clem and Elezar.

And he was to make leagues with them. Invitations were to get sent next. Got sent out to get visits from the visitors and the reverse would be the next verse.

He never did bargain for what was about to befall him at all, and them all in, as he was to recall in, well, not him, he would have been gone by then, like, at the end of the ending.

Gone to the hurt of his fallen, and calling, via the spirits, his dearly departed spirit was calling them to attention from behind the other dimension even, but no one seemed to be listening.

They became really close you know, too close for the comfort with which Clem was comforted on the way to go 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.

Clem’s advice to his young son while walking the slow path home, lying on the dead-end bed, with his head down near the crooks of his arm, his advice to him was. Don't take crop from people. Not even for once, the minute they find out that you are that person who will take it in on the vehicle. Going down to the marketplace.

That will be all that will be coming at you in the thereafter kit case. Now, will he? Will the young king remember him enough to heed the warning? Goodnight, and good morning. Depending on where you are reading this storming.

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