#myhighness

On a grey night, grandpa Joe’s phone rang at an unusually late hour. He rushed to the phone quickly and answered.

“Hello” yells the stranger, “Is Carl there?” he asks.

Grandpa Joe fearfully asks “Carl who?”.

-Who the fuck is my self? Me, I am asking.

-Who’s asking? Me or I?

-Me!

-My self knows me a little too well, he’s with me 365 hours a day, 30 days a week, and 24 months a year.

-He’s a judgmental asshole I said.

-My self is true virtu, I is true vice, while me is tempted.

-So what you're saying is that the judgmental asshole is right?

So comfortable, like a Titanic sinking in the couch, when she whispered the nature out of her lungs. Every detail suddenly became a matter of life and death.

He laughs...

-Its Your move. The man behind the curtain said.

As the the flock flocks in mayhem...

   The bees are in order, the ants are covering the grounds, the snakes are reflecting, and the cockroaches, Oh the cockroaches, well they believe.

Jena runs for him. Jena is with him. 

The intricate dance of madness goes on.Then It was they that we haunt, It was they that we obloquy, across seven oceans and God's seven skies.

Oh no! No puppets, no muppets, and not a silver screen.

There was a marvelous past that passed. Reduced to wind and space, and still on the scene it stands.

There is Bread, there is water, and there is content. For every night a day will be.

Five letters can be broken. As a matter of fact, five letters were broken. She could’ve had the decency to offer him a family pack super glue but she didn’t. He swears she wanted to, but they say actions speak louder than words.