High on a old deserted stretch of land deep in the heart of Texas. Sat a man on a throne one not glided with stones nor gold but a throne of dirt. You see this king had land a plenty and riches few would understand. His riches were not those money could but nor would vey many want to buy. To him flith and decay was the best way of life. So around this throne made of debris and dirt he hung is crown. He would sit there looking down on his kingdom of dirt and a smug and small grin would half sit on is weather age worn face then he would laugh and while he laughed a single tear would drip down is old dirt covered cheeks till it dripped slowly onto the ground. You see as happy as he was with this filth covered land he had created for himself from time to time he would think back on a time before he had collected it all. A cleaner some might say better way of life. One he shared with a lovely princess and delightful queen. A time before his heart was cold a time when the land sprakled like a half eaten lolly on a hot summer day. Now you may be asking yourself what happened why was this once happy king now ruler of a land of filth? Well to answer that one must be able to get inside of the heart of this mad king. you want to go inside that heart? well you cant im afraid as the filth has made the heart so cold that even if you brought your nicest jumper and a hefty hefty trash bag you would either freeze to death or be buried in the trash pile so far and deep that you yourself would become interlaced as but another piece of garbage. Moral of the story..No matter how fasinating someone might be if they fill their hearts with filth and trash you will never be able to reach their heart.
