Meanwhile, other things were happening on the other side. While the squared men over there tried. Things were also happening on this side. No, not that far a glide in to reach over on the Larrie'd Lars' tide in. At least, not yet. It was happening somewhere over there though. Somewhere over the rainbow where there had earlier landed some other squared toes. Squares who (themselves,) had become aware that life was fair, very fair for those who will dare to go faring, and to act. So, they would have dared and disappeared from over there. From alongside those other squares who were akin to them. They would remain the very best of friends too, even to the journey's end. True.

But this was happening in the dawning part of their waking-up morning. There would still be many storms to be forming, "and sunny days for us, meaning; them, to be warming." So, they were to warn the company who was doing the farming. Before there should come the calm, and yearly ears of corn.

Speaking of corn, this is the norm. To be reapers of corn, there need to be keepers of barns on fertile farms. Now, this is where visionary and shapely bearded men like these get the stem cells called stamina, oh please. "I'm coming right on over," said Bungie and his unfriendly soldier, "somebody" kinds of people things. Yes, his brothers and friends, were creeping in. You know them, not really his friends as they pretend, but his followers. They were following him for the allowance that they were allowed, and all the other things too, for crying out loud. Coming to them from the little brother to whom they all bowed.

They were more than just a brotherly crew. Well, it wasn't all of them who were there doing the saying. Bungie did the say and the sending parts. But it was his brothers and the others who were amended to be able to pay him the smarts. You know, like, by paying the necessary attention to him and obeying. Surprisingly, they did, okay? They obeyed and went in. Inside the house, they went to see him, and then into the ships and out on the sea, to we-win. Trying to spy out and see whatever there was to be seen. Seen? Yeah, man! That was how they found and brought back the tea.

But then, in comes the p, as in, people. Including him in the vehicle. Yes, him too; the Larry king, Booboo, well, not the king. He didn't come in at that time, not yet. He did get on board the sailing shelf, however, and would have enabled them to go in and sell themselves to whoever. As in, his people belt, which was not too clever, but everybody was doing the selling in those same days. Hell, even those who were buying, were doing so just to be trying the selling thing. To go off bumping up the golden pot and welling themselves off that, in some ways, yes, getting richer off the wealth swelling sin. That was how it all got started.

But then, Kingsley would have wanted, you know, like, he wanted in on it. He wanted to reap what he'd previously planted and quit. But he was to be reaping it off what Bungie would have sailed the seas in ships to go over and get them watered, with. That was when the king sent messengers in, those men who were sent in to fetch the Bungie fellow thing, "and bring him in." Yeah, that was what he said, to them, and they brought him in to stand before the king. Yes him, the said Kingsley King in command, and a new way would have been born. But then again, back to those gods of mine, those that you're now leaning on, like...

Gods of the dead: Those who were never really dead. "They'd just moved on up in the featherbed," so they said, and were to flee and fled out of there. Then go much further along the road ahead, to much more power and strength I hear. To enable them to serve those who love and worship them. But then. Squares would have hopped right on in and all over them, yeah man! Right there and then. Well, you know him; that square-faced man. He was going everywhere in those times. But it wasn't for the lack of fear that those squares were there watching the dollar whine. He was trying but could not conceal his lying... no.

He was shaking down there, you know? Somewhere down below the spare-legged tare. The limb that was usually hanging off the upper half of him, yes, there. Just above where it overshadowed the calf. Oh no, not the cow in the "pass" where it was pastured and eating grass. Like, where it's called up and often barbed wired in and cordoned-off no, but. He was trying his very best to get up and walk away from the very place where they were to barely let him say "Lay! Lay, lay off."

They did, laid them off, and left him with just enough breathing breath in the bagpipe-like breathing chest of drawers to say it. Piped in for the watering request and to stay for a layaway on the layby. Like, as in, them, granting him his request to let him and his men stay in there for the night and not hang him on what they were hanging on. Yeah! In there, and to stay on the outer course, and then get off their coast by morn, to be gone away from where he had swayed off balance. All the while, though, not even sparing a smile, no. The thing that was known to clown the tumbling down of his fierce wrath.

That thing often comes from the tried tested and proven men of the cloth on his behalf. Those from over there on the other side of the great divide. But they were to hop a spot on the truck for a ride over and to get back in there, before he and the rest of them were to get sent, somewhere. Yeah, Lars was to be sending all intruders there off to the other-sided sphere, weakened and spent, by the weekend. Like, to go back over there, eventually. So, the squares were buoyed, but. They were sort of, nearly destroyed. Shuts! And, and what for, you'd asked her? For having taken one wrong turn on the way up, upon the quest to come into the deaders' hut.

They would have known right away, though, that they would not. You know, like, they would not want to stay too long a time in the region, and among this kind. That was to happen when squares looked up at what there was to be. They didn't like the eyes that they'd turned around to see. Or more like, the place where eyes used to be. Nor were they amused by the more than enough bone-headed bones of jewelry. As worn there, upon those Lars's bodies, as some sort of enhanced beauty. Yes, honed and very well-toned were those bodies. In what was the custom over there, at the Lars territorial fair, yes. It was the customary way over there for the people to worship and to wear, yeah, I swear.

They wore the boned remains of departed ancestors as in the skin and upon the vein. No jesting sin ting something things. Yeah man, yardman sin ting again, you know. Like, like teeth and small bits of sweet toe toes that were to meet up with the defeat of the foes. They shall all come to the fall at the feet of those who had gotten to live very long and notable lives but? But then came the rut, and now?

"I'm out?"

"No, wait a minute more, man. This little bit is very important to the score ram, so..."

"Yes, you're right, I guess, so..."

As for those Larry men? The greatest and chiefest of the elders, and even those who aspire to be leaders? Just as much too, those youths who wanted to live long enough and to get to be elders. What do they do? They would wear the bone on the roundups. While out and about doing the round-up, near the huts. The boneheads of the elders who are dead were worn right there on the top of the fire-head. As such things were known over there, as said. On the head of those who were slated to become the head ones in the leadership races of their kindred. Squares would have seen this when they'd wandered in unfit. Unprepared was he, yes, the King, Kingsley, and was scared stiff out of his barbed bearded wit.

Quickly, he whispered and said what he wanted to say to the snitch; me, he wanted to disappear. But he never got anywhere near it. He didn't get as far as where he really should have veered. "Oh sheet!" Like, to go away, ever to stay. But as everyone already knows, that squared thing: that never goes away thing, never did, he never goes. At least not far enough. Like. Into forever Mutt, yes, Wilmot, but over there? Look.

They were there at the meeting in the square. In an airtight room somewhere. Discussing boom for themselves, but gloom and his friend doom for the other men bereft of his wealth. Chiefly, doom for the circular den, with my help, even.

"I want all of it," he was heard to have dit when he said it, and they laughed. They all laughed at this, but as for him. He wasn't laughing, not at all. He was as serious as he could have ever been, Paul. But they couldn't see any of it along with him then.

Not until they saw themselves among them, you know? Like, among those other men. As well as finally seeing the vision of themselves fitting in permanently somewhere in there. In their respective place among those other men over there, like, like, decades later. Centuries even, for the offspring of some of those roaming crop takers. That though, all of that stalking and sidetracking, would have been starting on that very evening when he would have claimed all of it for himself, and for them, those other thieving... something. From Larry, forefather king of Clem, and Elazar, and Clemson, and... Yes, from all those others around and about him. From the whole circular messing. He claimed it for all of them, and his children's mouths motoring.

But for the most part, all of that claiming was still hidden from the hearts of the brainless whim. Like, like, from the hearts of all of those who had already been claimed, by him. Like, from those circular lames, for instance. Just for instance, my friends. All that was left for Kingsley to do was to follow through and to go on out and stake the claims upon what he had claimed from you. And yes, from me too, and them, and to make it known unto them and us that, although they, I mean, we. Although we did not know it yet? Though we didn't know how things were about to go...

"Where, west?"

"Probably." But you'll do best if you follow me. Because, in no time at all, everyone will come to know.

They will soon begin to know that their time had come, and that time as it was, was to go. As for them, though, as for those Larrie'd gentlemen, and as to how it pertains to their children going forward from then on. As it applies to them and to what was left of them and hanging off their arms? They were to become nothing more than bigger beggars, staring away from the header. While looking forwards towards the never-ending nether ends of them, and all of their beggarly begging children. But they didn't know that either. Just a teaser, bar. That was then, though, this is now, go.

Continuing with yet another excerpt from book 3, a story called "The Sword, the Word, and the Writing." It's available wherever books are sold. If you don't see it, ask for it. Yeah man, no doubt, a Jamaica yaad mi cum fram. Sorry, I meant to say, I'm Jamaican-born and bred, okay? Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here. Please join us again for more daily postings. Thank you.