Masqued Empire

Chapter Two

                                                                                      The Spoon!

Year Spoons and Star Ships                                                                       Send down Philapeano Chimneys

Year Witch Stevens in a Mouse and Tiger Lilly Pads                        To Roans and Roan Officers Whig

                                                                                                          High Flying Chimneys Werewolf Oceans #87 

Dear Helmet of Salvation,  

     Good late evening to thee.  Please if I may, let me start out this entry with, "I rolled

out of bed..."  I did answer the telephone receiver by my bed to talk to Ark Angel Dr. Damien

Ludlord as he has four last names assigned a Post Henchmen Alphabet of Space Rooms.

So once the conversation t'was ended I then went and flew up the sash as I opened a

wooden window to beat the brow of my breast as a good robin t'would do and then I

went and made toast and jam and a cup of spotted tea to ward off the measles.  I then

ran and I got my June Buggy a very, very, wide motocycle to go and buy some Cherub

Soap.  I then road and I barely made it in time as I needed to do the wash, instantly as

Ark Angel Dr. Damien had plans for us today.  I wished, I just wished for an Answering Machine

to go along with this.  We are so embarased by all of this borrowing  that we stopped it all

in a Poste Haste Delivery as our Men above did this as in our own Popovitches and even a Priest!

If only we could have just squeezed in an Answering Machine for the Modern Telephone and

we do have the land mines for all of this.  "Please do not ring!  Please do not ring now!"  I

whispered and I let out the cat.  I did though remember to put on a borrowed Music on

my computer and I heard the Future Catholics on it and it reminded me again of God's

hold on me.  They say that there are not Atheists in Fox holes, minus me.  Every night I

fall asleep of whence whilst I t'was stolen and I never once believed in Holy God every time

I fell asleep.  It t'was that.  I did find though years lattah in our Teim, borrowed Catholic

Music from Future Twin Planet.  I always believed that Holy God t'was really just a nice

guy that could indeed do a LOT but not with what had happened to Me!  At home in my own

world of whence my Aunt and Uncle rescued me, I did have a giant belief bigger then 

what my small outstretched hands could hold onto.  Whence I t'was stolen again and I

t'was very young, every night my belief t'was gone again.  "Good night nice guy!"  I

t'would say to Holy God every single night and I could even find His exact location in