Succession

Brain bludgeoned by striking madness agents.
Sanity suspended indefinitely.

"By hook or by crook the man will reach you. Find you (and catch you and break you and take you). Remember his name. For the name remains the same. " Bible of Bastardry; Verse XXVII; Line 6


It was just past three in the morning. The morning of his birth.
Here he is. Screaming purple headed madness at the doctor.
Purple headed, mind.

The electorate waited to find a voice.
Eventually they said HELLO [‘Mission to Mind: Issue 050640’]. That, at least, is what it is assumed they said.
As they spoke he stirred.
Quiet murmurings: a fist tightens, an eyelid flutters. A tongue stiffens into action. Telling of the future, age and glory.
A War, it seemed.
Then, of a sudden, silence.
Stillness and calm were the only exhibits of this subtle deceit.
Breakfast was resumed. An ocean of milk. A galaxy of cornflakes consumed in this ritual; honoured in this cathedral of mediocrity. In short, we were ready.
And so say all of us,
Long live the King.
And so say all of us.