Ink of a King’s Inkling

A king’s prayers mingling with peals of king’s bells,

Evil weaving on king brio balls. The tongue of the king, in dictation, licking a microphone of drivel and drop, the dictation swells,

The King rules with bells and balls, and ba’als,

King is dictator, with crown,sceptor, robe; inked of blind disdain, power gone, with and to his maidenhead, this king a virgin, brain unused, untouched. Hell’s King’s Bells of dim brio, cascading his Learing overlord old man head of state: Lear with the patience of Job. None whatsoever. Of his subjects-superpower blundering disaster, yet not overthrown, not tossed off his throne. Spellbinding dictation, with big balls binding he dictates to his secretary, secretary doing her best to dispell, divest, vibrating spell, AI autocorrect his secretary’s unsecret undersecret undergarment undersecretary, tells and gels amaneusis astonishing narrative brio, mordant wit.

Mordor wit, sets the dye, India ink signature on the line. Crown jewels, jewel of the crown, seeing white in brown, dolphins, lions, and roses in tigers and on mongoose. Steal with a pen? The scribes do, at the dynamite dictating king’s request, to bequeathe, scribes, secretaries, schriveners, and other peons, a gob, of,

Mordor spit.

Spittin’ image — prince.

Keening bestselling bells, balls, ba’als, the keening King no excess of remorse, or conscience,

Tear-anny, wet nurse, Annie her name, weary-annies a wise but stifled priest swinging a censer into an uppity, impure, upwardly mobile prayer breeze,

Lysis Lydia, the King’s good old lovable nanny, made his a key texts event-understanding. Sun revolution, King sun revolution, tale, King, following impulse, King convincingly mumbles, was as shatter chatter, an event as the French and Russian, IndoChina rumble, revolutions.

Lysis Lydia, Linda Lydia, held the baby babylon King to her

In Kansas-Saxony-Hertferdshire, in India, in Southeast Asia, in Union of Onion Unsaturated States, the petro-ink of economically-marginalized, religiously-fervent crasses for a wealthy secular crassier lead XXX to violence and upheaval – heck yeah! X heck yeah! Heck X yeah! Of Course, a knight on rightly steed stud template. King of Kings is bravura, but watch out for King of Kings of Kings. That’s where it gets tricky. Harrows. And melts like the golden wax of slings of slings of slings and arrows.