KING WARD

Der Narr
Der Narr
Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read

Crackspiders be everywhere now.

Churches be burning, marble’s a tumbling. Heather’s gone, Professor Weinstein’s history. They sat on the bench to talk with Clanton but it turned out he was one of them.

You’ve got to watch your back. Anybody could be them now.

But they don’t go in the forest no more, ever since I moved there. I got my couch, I got my kodiak: I’m infamous here, son.

I be sipping the spruce to scare off the scurvy. My kodiak fetches me needles, the river’s got water to boil. As long as I got my kettle and my kodiak, there ain’t no chrome brighter than this future.

I’m infamous here, son. Defender’s a pumping, kodiak be ripping.

I’m the king, man: I be warding them all off.

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