the writings is on the wall, and postings are on the other signboards. #ep021.

Here is chapter thirteen: postings on the other signboards. This is episode number twenty-one in the real inky trails -books of rules series. Hop on, let's walk the trails together. 

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Meanwhile, over there on another side of the squares outer divide, the other squares too were busy there, busily devising schemes and plans of theirs, oh yes mi dear.

They were busy too, like, busying themselves up to go fix the Lars business boo, and yet other bits and pieces of jogging shoe, due to go fix them up good and proper, in goods and property tax mixed up the more matter.

And mixed up maxed-out credit card mastered out and called in, way before the day should come for the exiting, after brixi bricks were done packed together and concrete mixed, fitting it secure in the fillings and rendering it all kicking in. But as for the Lars. Blind and clueless as they are, they were there busily resisting, or mixing in with the tricks and fixes of all of those schemes and plans mister mistar. Plans designed so as to see them gone from under his star. But.

Gone they are Will, look, they are going down the Daniel Boulevard and still, still they are going, going, but not quite yet gone. Not by their own free will, cause posts there yonder needs to be filled, and the boats are sailing still.

But as for them, as for those who are going away, listen up now to what they have to say:

Now, off we go Gore, just as we'd done oft times before, and much, much more.

Like, like, remember when at the first we had was to pack up shop and leave the store? Remember! Hahaha. That was really something, wasn’t it? And, and go over and o’er, over to this spot, which is not that hot no more though. So sad.

But yonder far is a place I know, a place that is really happening milk and honey flow, fools only will stay away, and even fooler fools will tarry here but I must go there, and I’m out before this whole wreck done get overthrow them on board and row.

But what they –the Lars did not know was that they, as always, they never did know how anything ever did go, and so…

Now, let's just take a hold of our listening earlobe and go on inside of there, just to see if we can get a stare ring wheel in there, and hear how the squares are going to fare, with all of those Lars now gone out of there. Servant class they are and were, and will always be for sure, but now.

“Not on our squared shores,” they were to snore, “no, no more on our floor. Since they are no longer ours.” Who then is going to balance the score? And much, much more so, they were floating those questions through the door.

They, the Lars would have grabbed the first air plain thing they could find going out in the line, and the next trained training center motoring engine trailing the trained engineers in, in kinds.

Like, motoring around on the motor ring, all kinds of transporters coming in, in like manner, just to turn around and go out again carrying a lot more of them, and their mama, going, going, gone.

Gone are they, just like real Lars I’d say. Hopped themselves in on the streetcar and on the other cars. The train had was to turn the engine and go again in the same direction from whence it came, laden down heavy with Larried Lars legacy, and with their nervously wrecked families.

Running away from all of the agony, agony agony agony, and the miseries too, probably. Perceived even though it might have been made out to be over there in the kingdom of squares' broken, as in promises due, and in their dreams.

“But, there is another place over there so I hear, a place not too far away from squares, that's where we are going my dear. Heard that it’s really happening, and laborers are really lacking.

That's my kind of sacking setting in right there,” so says some of them, in our hearing. “In no time I'll be up and running, again.” Like, running off to work refrain, and refraining from playing paycheck games, which will be gone long before its get again.

And running off to stores and shopping more malls, and buying things posted on everything stalls, because that's what money is good to fall for, and that is all my star, yes, yes mister mistar.

Squares are still there though, watching them Lars as they go, and leaving the place bare, veering the air flow. Wearing a pain-painted faint frown on the stare through.

What is to become of them there? Them looking-backing Lars would have cared. But they aren't Lars' business anyway, anywhere, anymore, and even more so now than before. Lars is done and gone, got to get a-moving on. Now they are gone, all of them, gone, none of them left around.

Moving along swinging the linked-up of the arms and singing the happy swan songs, deliverance has come. But.

Back over there though, there where they were running from, near the hut, leaving the sulking squares a-looking on, in a rut. The sulking stares will soon be gone.

That gone, has already begun to be bursting out now into a happy dance, and of singing the song, look! Look at them. They are out there even now, singing songs of another kind of merry cow, or more like, a song of marrying.

Marrying off the merry-making and making it last only so long that, they, the Lars, they wouldn't want to come back here, nor to care.

So long Larry, thank you for the carry, you know, the carrying in of all of it, that which you would have carried. You did carry the wealth of the world in here to give you know, like, to give it to me, to all of us, to live.

Then gone you are there you go, going the way to go and leave, and with mirth and glee. Happy are we though you will not get to see, yet. Busted bet.

Squares were now really sitting up there, sitting upon almost all that the world has got to spare, and can fain remorse for how things would have turned out for as long as doubt may be upon the mouth of anyone, and everyone, even the manikin family man, everyone round about the line in lime green, all of them over there on the golfing greens. See what I mean? Because.

When Lars was to have left the scouts, leaving those Squared shores and went out, and proceeded to go out and about.

They were leaving behind them, the set goal, and all of that gold. “No, don’t shout!” Sshh! Shut your mouth, don't tell a soul. Tell it to no one and his breakfast bowl.

Of all that gold and silver diamonds in the sty man, had was to hide them where the eye man, would not even suspect to look, and to get a feel for the feeling of finer things to cook, which is good for the healing as written in the book, and to the soul even. That’s the hook.

But go on now go, go on over there and hide them in, like, hide them in there among the other hidden things, you know, out there where all of the others are still hiding, even now, in the mud pen, and with all of those sows. But won’t be for much longer, surely not forever, and ever. Amen.

…

Meeting up of the minds.

Over there on the square, there was a call which was heard to be coming up upon the hearing of all squares and kind, young Kingsley had was to open up the eyes of the blind.

“Stop the whining my brother, you are not the other. You are mine.” Said the said Kingsley King divine. Now, this was to be several Kingsley Kings later on down the line, and the same saving scenario has come back to his time.

“Look, look out at the fields,” Kingsley iv would have said to those eels. Look at the fields, they are bursting with wine, it all can be ours' brothers, both yours and mine. Have you got longing my brother? Haven’t we here got the power?

Let's get up now and go on over, and go actualize the slaughter. And the sharing shall come after. Laughter, and yet more laughing laughter. But then came the ring.

Schrinnng. Comes the death sounding stung ring from sword un-sleeved. Nephew wanted to be mentioned in the planting of the seeds, and in the planning, and in the drafting of the reasons. He was akin to the Stevens, the Bungy one, even.

Retracing steps now backward and faster, that would have been after the aborted laughter. The nephew was smarter than they had at the first bartered. He wanted rules to be drawn up faster and agreed upon before drawn sword would be laid down.

So, back to the drawing of the board game went the crown, and to the crafting of the draft, that which was drawn up upon the agreed sharing criteria tasks name, and then, with the shaking of hands, it was all good and done.

And so came the end to the feared start of the warring again, which would have been such a shame if it were to have actually happened.

Kingsley kings would have gotten himself dragged in into the family way with them you know, and hence, this would have softened the edges off of the Stevens’ den. That was how nephew would have found himself sitting there amongst them in view, but.

He knew fully well that it was his own uncle, that belated Bungy bundle, it was he who had caused them to become anything, and not to be humble. And now they seem to think that it is okay for them to go and write him out of the way? No way.

Bungy's brothers had built a house upon what each of them had learned the most, and would have prospered, and therefore reigned alongside the many kings, serving and being served.

Being counted as building blocks of the Kingly times unto this time even. But as for you, and yes, him too. Designer lifestyle and worthless mess he packages and sells to you, and you bought into the nothingness, nothing new. Wooh. 

The problem there on that memorable day was that, this time, even though it was to be according to the plan, that squares would be taking the fight against every other human.

It was going to start among them. And then move on, to the neighbor on the border. Same as things were, in the days of the former. And then.

They were to be wiping out the outsider, be it from among themselves or wider, as it was the case at this the pivotal point in the existential race, or all of them even, and if needs be.

If you are not in on this with us, they would have said and cussed, then you are out, and are with them dust, and that was the beginning of the end for all of those who were found to be among the side called, “them.” That was to be the war to end all wars. But then again...

Those “thems,” they were found to be not such easy a going away thing, they would have won for themselves some valuable things in the warring fling, things such as another chance at going on, and at living, if only for another day, and living was what they did.

But everyone already knows that that was not how it should go, and time alone was going to show. What next would be the rout squares would go, in order to get them to leave and go. That is it for today and with this ep. #021. 

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