king benny just left my room, after a half hour of ‘the talk’. i don’t know if the trembles are of excitement or fear, but i really feel like there’s something spectacularly grand about his underlying endeavors. not in the obvious lines of his vision, but more along the lines of a running patriarch opening doors for generations, an astute frizel of common sense amongst a sea of fools. not playing by rules of capitalistic greed that so easily corrupt our souls, but by games of hard work, common sense, unwavering core values and the occasional exploitation of good luck.
he may fart at the dinner table and occasionally have bad breath, but he’s still the real king, nonetheless.