Tall Tales of the BK
Once upon a time there lived the three royals of Manhattan Valley. The first's name was Dusty Buttons, Keeper of all Things Hoodie, whose magic carpet bag held hoodies, yes, but also wine and beer. She was a beautiful artist who loved two princes, their names were Twitter and Malarkey. And she never revealed her real name to strangers, because of course, Dusty Button's was not her given name. The second's name was Fancy Nancy, Seducer of barely legal squires. Despite himself, he could not help but find his way into Dusty Button's magic carpet bag and drink her wine and beer. When he drank her magic elixirs, his eyes would twinkle a brighter blue, and unsuspecting squires could not help but look and follow his beck and call. And lastly, there was Harry Carry. He had no magic carpet bag, nor twinkling blue eyes, but he watch over Dusty and Fancy, and carried them home if they needed.
They loved their beautiful valley, and rarely left, because to do so would mean to ride the silver worm underground long distances. Though, since they were royal, the worm would rise from it's damp and musty depth to the open air platform in front of their castle. On one fateful night, they were cordially invited by Lady Hillary of the Laminal Streets of the BK, the neighboring kingdom of the Graffiti Folk. A strange folk, who told tales and ate no meat or animal by-products. They were called the Graffiti Folk because their chests and legs, hands and feet, and sometimes their faces were adorn by ink that never fades, even when they aged.
After much time agonizing in front of mirrors and clothes closets, the three royals began their journey to Lady Hillary's kingdom. The worm would have to make more than a dozen stops and travel under water to reach the BK, and to make matters worse, the usual route was blocked by the nasty Constructors. They mischievously blocked normal paths and forced the silver worm to find other ways to the BK. The three travelled underground for what felt like two nights and rode several silver worms before they found their way to Lady Hillary's kingdom.
They arrived, unscathed, and thankful, and soon found Lady Hillary. They were ushered entered into her dominion of wide streets and hipster bodegas. Her subjects came in droves and they all drank wine and beer. Everything was going swimmingly. They feasted on hummus and chips, pretzels and pasta salad, and brownies with walnuts. Everyone ate and drank their fill, and all was good in the world. Tales were told, and friendships made. One such friendship happened with twin squires named Gux and Tyler. The squires were poor young bards and favored German authors who wrote about sexual deviance. Both were new to Lady Hillary's kingdom, and had not yet been graffitied, but it was only a matter of time, for they resided in the BK, and graffiti is law. The squires were young, only 18 years old, but soon one, Gux, found a glance from Fancy Nancy's twinkling blue eyes.
A challenge was set forth, Fancy was to seduce one or both squires. He accepted and Dusty pushed Fancy over toward Gux so his eyes would twinkle into his more clearly and more bluely. At once, Fancy Nancy charmed Gux. Lady Hillary, Dusty Buttons, and Harry Carry were every amused. They laughed a great laugh at Fancy because his twinkle never failed to capture young squires.
They talked and they laughed, they ate and they drank and talked to the Graffiti Folk and the squires. The night turned to twilight, and twilight gave way to the lateness. And since time runs in circles, it became so late, it was early. The silver worm called to the three royals back to Manhattan Valley. Wine and beer were drank, and food was eaten. Very little was left, and the Dreaming was calling to the three.
Fancy then realized, he was without the squire. He was shocked, and the guests were awed. Perhaps his charm and magic did not work so far from his home. Perhaps the squires in the BK could not be affected by Fancy's twinkling eyes. Whatever the case may be, Fancy went home with no squirely bed buddy. He did however, give his number to Gux, but only after Dusty and Harry had beaconed three times, because there is no place like home, and they wished to return to the valley.
Everything returned to normal, the trip on the silver worm remained mostly uneventful. Fancy worried that his twinkling eyes were not working and began slapping Dusty Buttons and Harry Carry. The three ran throughout the platform, chasing and slapping until they could chase and slap no more. They rode home, and slept the night away, dreaming of the events that past, and more fun in their kingdom.
The End
They loved their beautiful valley, and rarely left, because to do so would mean to ride the silver worm underground long distances. Though, since they were royal, the worm would rise from it's damp and musty depth to the open air platform in front of their castle. On one fateful night, they were cordially invited by Lady Hillary of the Laminal Streets of the BK, the neighboring kingdom of the Graffiti Folk. A strange folk, who told tales and ate no meat or animal by-products. They were called the Graffiti Folk because their chests and legs, hands and feet, and sometimes their faces were adorn by ink that never fades, even when they aged.
After much time agonizing in front of mirrors and clothes closets, the three royals began their journey to Lady Hillary's kingdom. The worm would have to make more than a dozen stops and travel under water to reach the BK, and to make matters worse, the usual route was blocked by the nasty Constructors. They mischievously blocked normal paths and forced the silver worm to find other ways to the BK. The three travelled underground for what felt like two nights and rode several silver worms before they found their way to Lady Hillary's kingdom.
They arrived, unscathed, and thankful, and soon found Lady Hillary. They were ushered entered into her dominion of wide streets and hipster bodegas. Her subjects came in droves and they all drank wine and beer. Everything was going swimmingly. They feasted on hummus and chips, pretzels and pasta salad, and brownies with walnuts. Everyone ate and drank their fill, and all was good in the world. Tales were told, and friendships made. One such friendship happened with twin squires named Gux and Tyler. The squires were poor young bards and favored German authors who wrote about sexual deviance. Both were new to Lady Hillary's kingdom, and had not yet been graffitied, but it was only a matter of time, for they resided in the BK, and graffiti is law. The squires were young, only 18 years old, but soon one, Gux, found a glance from Fancy Nancy's twinkling blue eyes.
A challenge was set forth, Fancy was to seduce one or both squires. He accepted and Dusty pushed Fancy over toward Gux so his eyes would twinkle into his more clearly and more bluely. At once, Fancy Nancy charmed Gux. Lady Hillary, Dusty Buttons, and Harry Carry were every amused. They laughed a great laugh at Fancy because his twinkle never failed to capture young squires.
They talked and they laughed, they ate and they drank and talked to the Graffiti Folk and the squires. The night turned to twilight, and twilight gave way to the lateness. And since time runs in circles, it became so late, it was early. The silver worm called to the three royals back to Manhattan Valley. Wine and beer were drank, and food was eaten. Very little was left, and the Dreaming was calling to the three.
Fancy then realized, he was without the squire. He was shocked, and the guests were awed. Perhaps his charm and magic did not work so far from his home. Perhaps the squires in the BK could not be affected by Fancy's twinkling eyes. Whatever the case may be, Fancy went home with no squirely bed buddy. He did however, give his number to Gux, but only after Dusty and Harry had beaconed three times, because there is no place like home, and they wished to return to the valley.
Everything returned to normal, the trip on the silver worm remained mostly uneventful. Fancy worried that his twinkling eyes were not working and began slapping Dusty Buttons and Harry Carry. The three ran throughout the platform, chasing and slapping until they could chase and slap no more. They rode home, and slept the night away, dreaming of the events that past, and more fun in their kingdom.
The End
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8/27/2006 04:41:00 AM
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