PonderEthereal

True story :

I once was a king of a far away land. We rode horses through fields of purple flowers, we sang songs around campfires and we slaughtered pigs for dinner.

There was a girl who lived there and then. She was beautiful. Blond hair to her waist that blew in the wind when she stood at the top of the cliffs over looking the ocean. Her name was Marabelle and we were married for many years.

On the outside, she was shy and quiet, but on the inside she was laughter and joy. We had two children… Desmond and Harold. They grew up to be hunters.

Yesterday, she cooked a pot roast that was horrendous. I didn’t tell her that but it was really gross. She gets really pissed off and says nasty things when I don’t tell her it was wonderful. The other day? She called me a pig’s ass because I told her she was having a bad hair day. Why didn’t anyone tell me this is the reality of her?! Someone should have told me!

The end.

PS : I saw an alien four days ago. He was gray with purple spots and he had eyes that went on forever. We had tea and ate spinach and he told me stupidity is subjective.