Yep. I finally got off my butt and wrote another chapter for this. Enjoy
My world is nothing but ashes. Figuratively that is, otherwise I wouldn't be writing right at this moment. It all started 4 months ago when Charlene and I had a fight. Nothing huge, just a small fight. Unfortunately it was just the beginning. Soon we would be quarreling every other day, bickering like little siblings over the tiniest matters; wash the dishes, unclog the toilets, help Vanessa with her homework. Then it became about lack of household income, too many hazardous inator parts lying around, and my overall cockiness. Just two weeks ago, we had a particularly nasty one, that ended with Charlene in tears. That was the hump that broke the camel's back. She fired the worst inator possible at me...wait for it...The Divorce-Inator! We are going to the courthouse next week to decide who gets custody over my little angel, and for the divorce to be finalized. Now that I think about it, a world full of real ashes would be better. Either way, my life is just like all my inators: they've self-destructed!
At the end of a melancholy world,
men read the newspapers.
Indifferent me eating oranges,
that flame like the sun.
They gave me an apple to remind me of death.
I know that cities telegraph for kerosene.
The veil I saw flying high,
fell in the desert.
No one will write the final poem,
about this 12 ' o clock world.
Instead what worries me,
is the final dream.
So that poem was written by some Portuguese guy named João Cabral de Melo Neto. All rights go to him for the poem and all rights go to Disney for Phineas and Ferb (and all associated characters.) Anyway, read, review and enjoy.
The Wizard is out!