The
Angels Saga
CHRONICLES
OF THE
CHILDREN
OF DESTINY
Terra
– The New World
by
Daniel
Thomas Andrew Daly
Copyright
6180 SC
Chapter
One
Friday
14th of April 2017 CE
'You
are an idiot,' said Kelly Clarkson.
'Shut
up,' replied Taylor Swift.
'You
call 1989 a classic album? It was lucky to get a sale, sister. Bereft
of actual musical talent, really.'
'It's
one of the best selling albums of all time,' said Taylor defensively.
'I have broad appeal. You're really mean to say that Kelly. I think
it's jealousy. Your recent album, I think they failed to notice it
was released.'
Kelly
smarted on that. 'The quality is often overlooked,' replied the proud
idol.
The
rationale of medicority,' replied Taylor. 'Oh, I've got my word.' She
placed down on the scrabble table the word 'AVERAGE'. 'Yes, I think
that sums it up,' said Taylor, looking directly at Kelly.
Kelly
smiled. I can use that A.' She put down the word 'Arse.'
'That's
not a legal word in scrabble,' objected Taylor. 'It's slang.'
'I
was thinking about using CRAP as well, but I'm not that honest
yet.'
'Such
an American sweetheart,' said Taylor.
'Still
single?' asked Kelly. 'You just can't make them stay,' she said to
Taylor, in that oh so familiar mocking tone.
'I'm
waiting for Mr Right this time,' replied Taylor. 'I have another
word. She put down 'NASTY.'
'Ooh,'
said Kelly. 'Did you think that one up all by yourself.'
Katy
looked at the board. 'I have noticed you two are the best of friends
these days. The rivalry is quite intense.'
'They
admire each other tremendously,' said Ed.
'Oh
yes. Admiration,' said Kelly. 'Nothing but respect for her mediocre
output and bland live shows.'
Taylor
smiled. 'Do you like my figure? Nice and lithe, Kelly. Not too much
ice cream, you see. Oh, what's that you bought and put in the fridge?
Caramel Delight ice cream with fudge. From the company Wicked
Delights. How suitable.'
Kelly
glared at Taylor. 'I have another word,' said Kelly. She put down
'BITCH.'
'Ooh,
your've got a double word bonus,' said Katy.'
'Sentiment
expressed twice as much,' said Kelly viciously.'
'It's
a surprise you spelled it correctly,' said Taylor. 'I was expecting
BICH without the T from you. Your only a Clarkson after all.
Uneducated brood.'
Kelly
glared at Taylor. 'What day is it today?' asked Kelly.
'Friday,'
said Taylor.
'Oh,
that's good then. Only one day left in the week to end the week from
hell. Life at Taylor Swift's pad.'
'And
it's been such a delight to house you,' replied Taylor.
'Now
now, girls. Be good,' said Ed Sheeran.
Taylor
looked at Ed, and looked at Kelly. 'You know I love you Kelly. Don't
forget that. Your my soul sister.'
Kelly
put out her hand and touched Taylor's. 'What's life if we can't bitch
a bit.'
'A
whole lot easier,' said Katy softly, looking out the window. She'd
cut her hair recently, and was going through – stuff. Chained to
the Rhythm had just been released, but there had been a lot of
criticism about it, and things were challenging at the moment. She'd
been in the foetal position the other day, so difficult things were
at the moment. She needed to feel cool again, to feel desired again,
and it felt like she was out of vogue, and no longer cool. She was no
longer hot property it seemed, and more than anything else she didn't
want to be a spent force already, another star which had seen here
heyday, and what lay ahead was guest roles on talk shows with bland
live performances from a host who says 'Remember such and such from
the 80s?' and all that jazz. But what would she do about it? What
could she do about it? She'd cut her hair, and was trying to be
something new, not so much to rebel, but to get away from the safe
ground, the well worn ground, the – predictable – ground. But it
wasn't working well. Was she rebelling? Was she finding her new
identity, and being herself? Or was she just being a childish idiot?
She looked out the back window, at Taylor's cat playing around, and
sighed. Such was life.
'I
think I'll get some ice cream,' said Kelly.
'I'll
have a small scoop as wel,' said Ed.
And
the day passed in the little getaway from the hurly burly of the
current careers of the worlds biggest pop stars, and while many would
have loved to have been flys on the wall for all the witty repartee,
only Taylor's pussy, and the scrabble set really had much insight in
the colourful conversation which had gone on in the abode of
superstar Taylor Swift, on a bright Friday afternoon, in another fine
April month in the USA.
*
* * * *
Cherubim
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly had been busy since 2000, when Morning
Stars first began. It was published in 2007, and the work went on
consistently since then. It was a labour of love chronicles the
prophecy of Job, and it went on and on and on. Such was life. In
recent days he'd been home alone a lot at 29 Merriman Crescent with
his mother Mary Daly. His father Cyril had died in 2007, the year
Morning Stars had been published, and his older brother Matthew had
died in 2013. His brother Gregory lived in Perth with his wife
Christie and their son James, and Daniel was planning on visiting
them this year, which was 2017. Daniel had done videos on Judgement
Days for 2020 and 2033 recently, and posted them to Youtube, and he
anticipated that the Third Temple project might be getting started
very soon. Time would tell if that would be true. Daniel had crushes
on Taylor Swift and Katy Perry. He'd never met them. He'd met Tina
Arena at a concert at Llewellyn Hall in Canberra a few years
previous, and had seen Bon Jovi live in 1989, which had been a loud
concert, right at the back of the stadium. He still enjoyed his Heavy
Metal these days. He'd collected a lot of Christian CDs since his
time in Pentecostal Churches in the 1990s. He'd met Paul Saberton at
the United Pentecostal Church in late 1996 from memory, and they'd
been friends for a while. He still rang Paul from time to time, but
the man suffered from MS, which really kept him in low spirit a lot
of the time. They were the trials of life, though, weren't they.
North Korea was causing problems for the world at this time, and
Syria had been an issue recently, with the attacking of a Syrian
airfield which had been deemed responsible for launching the attacks
of chemical warfare against Syrian people, which the American's had
derided the Asadgovernment for. Daniel still managed the operations
of the Advancing Noah Movement, which was in fledgling development at
this stage, but slowly, so he hoped, as God gradually answered his
prayers, things would start happening. And then there were the
planned children. Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly the second and third.
However that came to be, and understanding of future Chronicles
events which were in shadow in his mind, well, time would tell. In
the 1990s, living in Chifley, Daniel had dreamed of being in heaven,
with beautiful music playing. And then he had begun Morning Stars in
2000 and in 2001, living in Cooma, he'd had a genuine vision of what
appeared to be King David or Archangel Michael or perhaps another
Angel or the Jewish Messiah. At this stage he did not yet know, but
he seemed to actually correspond with Ambriel from the Chronicles.
The Angel had surrounded him with Love in Fadden Pines a few years
later as well as appearing to him in the skies above Northern
Macarthur, and had looked towards his home at 29 Merriman Crescent
when Daniel had expressed his heart's concerns for his mother. Of
Course, Almighty God had spoken to him in the same manner as
prescribed in the Book of Job, in waking dreams, and Daniel had known
Israel was God's rock. Saruviel had been interesting. He had dreamed
of the angel. He was not really sure if Morning Stars had been just
his own creation, which he knew it was to start with, because he had
simply began writing it at Exdoc one day. But he'd dreamed of a very
real angel of Saruviel, who quite apprently existed in some way
spiritually, for he was a very real person in his dream. A very nice
spirit as well. And then there had been Ambriel with Michael in his
dreams also, and Michael was a blonde angel, who, while Ambriel had a
look of being Jewish, Michael appeared a bit more like a standard
Westerner. And he was taller also, but still real enough in his
dream. The spirit talked with Daniel a lot, and the Ambriel fella
showed up in his head and talked to him from time to time, and he
could see his face, as well as the Son of Springvale, the old
Theophany, who definitely had a face of his own. These things were
true and factual in the real world, and Daniel was starting to
understand that something might indeed be going on with the
Chronicles of the Children of Destiny, more than just the fictive
escapades of bliss with which he took to his work on. God was in
control, and had chatted with Daniel mentioning that there were those
little coincidences in his work in the Chronicles which were
obviously not Daniel's own plans. Funny that. Another angel had been
Amiel. She was like Amiel Daemion and was Amiel Daemion, of course.
Naturally. The Chronicles were completely true, of course. Naturally.
But it was a different Amiel in face, though still blonde, and she
was dancing around with others, and she had been set apart. Daniel
knew something was going on. Something kinda funny indeed.
*
* * * *
Katy
had enjoyed her recovery party, which she held recently, and her bud
Doug Evans had been a good friend. She'd done some pictures of her as
Katy Kardashian, poking a bit of fun at the idea, in her swimsuit,
with the long hair, and then there was Cherry Pie ideas, and life
just went on. Didn't it. The album wasn't out yet. Still work to be
done. Chained to the Rhythm had gone down ok, but she'd not been
herself as of late. She needed to feel popular again, to feel
accepted. She was probably being self conscious, and she knew that,
but that was life being Katherine Hudson, wasn't it. She lived the
high life, and there was always action and energy happening, but the
world went on, and who knew what would happen next.
*
* * * *
They
were at Taylor’s place and it was raining.
‘I’m
just an ordinary average guy,’ said Ed.
‘The
secret of his success,’ said Taylor knowingly.
‘Not
songwriting talent? A good singing voice?’ asked Katy.
‘Very
amusing suggestions,’ replied Taylor. ‘He had those gifts in
youth. This much I know. I’ve heard his story you see. Read his
lyrics. Seen his choices. Look at the tatts. I mean, they speak
volumes.’
Ed,
standing at the window looked at Taylor momentarily, then returned
his gaze out the window, looking at the rain.
‘Is
Peregrin a word?’ asked Kelly. ‘Can you use it in scrabble, or is
it a name?’
‘I’ll
allow it,’ replied Katy, looking at the board. ‘You know tatts
are normal enough,’ said Katy, deciding not to look at
Taylor.
‘That’s
not really the issue,’ replied Taylor. ‘But, you know…’ she
trailed off.
‘Yes.
We know what?’ queried Katy in a slightly firmer tone.
‘School
of hard knocks,’ said Taylor. ‘Everyone falls, and while tattoos
don’t bother me, we know the kind of choices he has made, and the
company he has probably kept, and the things he has gone through. The
stuff a street rapper has known.’
‘And
that affects his talent?’ queried Katy.
‘It’s
real now. And he is still noble,’ she said, looking at Ed. ‘But
he’s not what he was.’
‘In
the end the choir girl doesn’t really chart,’ said Ed. ‘The
hard road teaches the hard lessons. You learn how to rebuild. If it’s
been torn down.’
‘But
it’s never innocent again,’ said Taylor softly, looking at
Ed.
‘Which
is why he IS on the charts,’ said Kelly. ‘And I have a different
word now.’
‘Yes?’
replied Katy.
‘Spring,’
said Kelly.
‘I
see I’m going to be challenged,’ replied Katy dryly.
‘Shaddup,’
replied Kelly, as the rain continued to pour and the afternoon
drifted towards evening.
*
* * * *
The
kettle boiled. Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly watched the boiling
kettle, and made himself a coffee. It was the first of August 2017 –
a pinch and a punch for the first day of the month. Life goes on.
He’d spent all of July there in Perth at his brother Greg’s
house. It was a quiet time, and he didn’t go out much except to the
plaza, and he was thinking over life. He’d been looking at the new
pictures of the pop singer Katy Perry dressed as an Astronaut. Very
amusing he had thought to himself. He had a crush on Katy Perry.
Taylor Swift also. He’d marry Taylor one day, he told himself time
and again. But probably not in the real world. Probably the Noahide
girl, Emma, from Perth who he had chatted to online recently. He
planned on coming back to Perth for another visit in Christmas 2022.
He had a new 5 year plan brewing, for prayer and bible study, which
would begin in December that year. Another 5 years of solid spiritual
effort, seeking some advice from God for areas of interest which
Daniel wanted to pray for already, but which God might not object to
hearing his petitions on. Probably, in the end, still best to use his
own initiative and if it was a good enough idea pray the scriptures
over it and see what would be. He’d been chronicling the fantastic
history of life for a while now, for all the conceived pre-existing
realms of God. Sure, it was all blessed Pseudepigrapha, but maybe
there were smatterings of faith filled truths in it here and there.
Who knows. But real history was in there as well, an admixture of
life, love and other mysteries. The movie Defending your life had
been on his mind. He recalled that, in earlier years, after he had
left the catholic church, and drifted into agnosticism, he had
recovered he guessed and come into a basic God belief, and the Albert
Brooks heavenly Judgement City had become his faith. Of course with a
name like Brooks it was no hard guess what the man’s religion
probably was, so he concluded that in his period after leaving
Catholicism at 16 before returning in his early 20s he had come to a
early Jewish sort of view of God, even though that was not clearly
delineated in the movie or his ideas, so being not a jew, was it
really a surprise after the return to Catholicism and the subsequent
adventure through Pentecostalism that he ended up a Noahide? Maybe
not. God had probably claimed him all along. And now here he was,
with websites galore, chronicles stories and videos in abundance, a
faith which was showing tentative signs of actually coming into
being, and a future of how many years left in it he still did not
know and a possible judgment day which would or would not happen,
whatever the case may be. He sipped his coffee, watched his brother
playing a video game, and started typing as the first day of the
month passed, in Forrestfield Perth, on planet Earth.
Chapter
Two
Wolfgang,
the Theophany of God, had written out a Duty of Care Statement for
God. It read:
GOD’S
DUTY OF CARE STATEMENT
1)
Sovereign Supreme in the Judgment and Enforcement of the Rainbow
Torah (Genesis 1:1 - 11:9) over humanity.
2)
The continual promotion to humanity of the teaching and elaboration
of the literal and discernible truths of the morals, commands,
messages, ethics and principles of the Rainbow Torah.
3)
The gathering of knowledge created by mankind who, made in the image
of God (Genesis 1:26) embark on creative works alike God himself
(Genesis 1:1), with such knowledge to be preserved in the name of
such human beings eternally.
4)
The obligation to bring eternal salvation to humanity of all those
humans who are capable of living a life style in eternity which is
not ultimately too detrimental and bothersome to others, where the
peace can be kept, and sufficiently happy lives can be lived. This
does allow the avenue of judgment of a soul to its termination of
life state, as it appears various individuals choose too much
knowledge of evil, and are not thus appropriate enough for committed
rehabilitation, counselling, correction and human cohabitation. You
must keep in mind that mother's do love their children, and never
forget the sacred bond of trust you entered into when creating that
life in the womb. Any arrogant casualness towards the sanctity of
human life needs to be firmly repented of. Do not take your own
eternal existence too much for granted - remember we want to live as
well.
5)
The obligation to assist and help people in trouble, especially, but
not only when they call on you for help. You are required to bring
law and order to society, create suitable prosperity plans, have
strong enough arrangements for humans to find appropriate romantic
interests for marriage, and provide shelter, clothing and food in
general for earth's human's citizens.
6)
To show concern for all your human citizens in general, and not
develop a pride based bigotry system to the corrupt, snobbish, and
elitist favouring of one particular race of people amongst humanity,
simply because they kiss your arse.
7)
To stay informed of human activity in society, and sometimes to do
what God just has to do, and damn the consequences and legalism, to
get the job done for the best interests of the individual and society
as a whole. Follow and teach legal principle as much as you can but
sometimes make judgements and do actions which you just have to do in
the best interests of everyone.
‘I
will show this to Daniel’, he thought to himself. ‘He might
approve of such an idea for God. We’ll see how it goes.’
Wolfgang
was only 7 years old at this stage, and was entering a period of
inquiry where he wondered what God was about. He knew God was
legalistic, and his father was also a lawyer who had trained Wolfgang
in legal ideas from Kindergarten age. So Wolfgang had read about
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly’s Rainbow Torah ideas, and come up with
this Duty of Care for God. But his own father didn’t approve of his
requests to visit Mr Daly in Macarthur in Tuggeranong, as the man had
left the United Pentecostal Church of their faith, and was involved
with a religion they, as Oneness Pentecostals, were not too sure
about. He would do it one day, Wolfgang thought to himself. One day.
But he’d probably forget, as he was now reading about Abraham, and
that was more interesting. Noah could be a good example, but in time,
as Wolfgang aged, he let go of the Ark story as literally true, and
tended to forget his early knowledge of the Advancing Noah Movement.
But a seed had been sown, and Wolfgang would encounter it one day, in
his grown up years, when Mr Daly would have more than just one piece
of advice for him.
*
* * * *
Cherubim
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly had his new sermon.
BUTTON
REPLACEMENT THERAPY
There
is no greater meaning to life than button replacement therapy. You
see the button keeps things closed up. And sometimes you just have to
replace that button's stern discipline, open up a bit, and let the
world see what you have got. If it is plastic buttons, then you can
unbutton that shirt for your woman, and say 'Hey Babe! You know, I do
like this casual new spirit in the 21st century.. Fornication is so
easy and cheap to obtain. It's like they fuck for a buck,
practically. I mean, not quite that cheap, but times they are a
changing. Perhaps whore babylon is up and coming, and the triangle
god believers will lighten up even more so and let it all hang out.
Of course, we must go with the flow, mustn't we. You need a deadly
button, in the end. A smiley button. And in the dark night when the
lightning flashes, you must watch the clock at midnight, for who
knows what dreams may come that evening, as you unleash your years of
built up frustrations, unbutton your precious buttons, and say to the
babylonian harlot you have married that 'Of course I love Jesus.'
It's all about the buttons so when you replace those buttons with
triangle devotion, yep, you are going to need therapy. Some things
never really change in the end. Watch those buttons.
Triangles.
The Trinitarian’s. How could you involve yourself, when you knew,
with an idolater? Father Noah’s children they may indeed be, but
Father Noah still would likely quote that some where observant
children of Adam and some were not observant children of Adam, and
Adam just had to accept that in the end. So he would have to be firm
and watch those buttons. The single life for the time being
kemosabe.
*
* * * *
Daniel
Thomas Andrew Daly was speaking with a good friend of his, and giving
a mini sermon. He spoke, ‘Religions are all part of a community of
human society. The spiritual knowledge of each religion creates the
spiritual genome or animisitic identity of each faith. The individual
religion teaches knowledge of life principles. These knowledge of
life principles guide the follower through their life and give them
the lessons, knowledge and skills to navigate the living experience.
The rivalry amongst religions and denominations results mostly from
pride filled individuals who fundamentalize on the beliefs of their
religion or denomination and insist the other guys are lukewarm or
barely even saved, and many of them probably not going to heaven. An
examination of lives of religious people affirms they usually have
the standard information, skill and abilitiy to navigate a living
experience called life on earth. This is perpetuated in eternity
which repeats unlimitedly the contract of living experiences that
each human faced in life and which they managed to deal with. To
claim that the destiny of each human is to ultimately accept everyone
else is a false viewpoint. The domain of choice is an eternal
constant in human living. People are not required to leave their
comfort zones and be forced into accommodating spiritual maxims and
ethical views of others if they do not wish to. They are further
entitled to their own land dominion, their own type of association
with their own type of people according to their own choice of race
and religion, and while the spirit of liberalism and human liberty
and togetherness might appeal to many of a multicultural mindset, it
is not a mandated requirement of the eternal life experience. Because
of these things being true and correct, and the peristence of desire
to form one's own unique kingdom of spiritual though, which one also
craves and requires original status universall for, ultimate
unification of humanity into a society where we all get along and
accept each other and, ultimately, kiss each other's ass, is just a
pipe dream which will never eternally be realized.’
‘Fascinating,’
replied the friend of Daniel’s.
‘It
is Karaite Adamide-Noahide theology, copyrighted to our movement,’
said Daniel.
‘I’ll
keep that in mind,’ replied the person.
*
* * * *
Ed
was sitting in the back yard at Taylor’s. Katy was around, but
Kelly was down the street looking for Ice Cream.
‘Do
you love me Ed Sheeran?’ Taylor asked him.
‘Like
no other, Taylor. In the way anyone might love a girl of your obvious
talent and class. But I’m an Englishman, and a yankee girl of your
sass is just too much for this ginger ninja. Know what I
mean?’
‘Very
funny. I will find the right mate, eventually. He will have to be an
Englishman. Probably a Yorkshireman. They are the best at Cricket,
aren’t they?’
‘The
counties have rivalries of legendary performance. But it depends on
the mood of the nation who they give a damn about. Rise, fall.
Yorkshire are ok. Sometimes things change, and others have the
passion.’
‘Life
is like that,’ said Taylor, biting into an apple. ‘Some times
people have the passion and the dedication, and the humility, and we
sing hallelujah, and practice hard, and I think people take notice.
And we rule the world, ya know, for a while. Not sure if I want to
rule the world forever, though. Not sure anyone should.’
‘Stars
come and stars go,’ said Ed. ‘Nobody stays on top forever,
usually. The new breed are usually just too tough.’
‘It’s
like that Nicki Minaj song. To prosper and thrive. But how do you
keep on thriving when you have run out of ideas?’
‘You
reinvent like Madonna, or work for decent new material. Gotta use
that ed of yours, and come up with something brilliant.’
She
continued eating her apple. ‘Brilliance is about the only way we
get these awards. Settle for anything less than a cut above, and they
don’t take too much notice. Just another one in the pack, here
today, gone tomorrow.’
‘Well
a Galway girl once said to me, be traditional, and be modern, and
sing for the future, and remember you live in the present. Good
lesson, huh?’
‘Yeh,’
replied Taylor. ‘Good lesson.’
*
* * * *
The
Taylor Swift CD was on top of Daniel’s CD player. He was thinking
about life and some things God said to him. People can forget even
the most basic of things, like life in eternity they forget much of
life on earth, simply because it is not in the contract they ended up
making with God over the living of their life. Some dreams lived, as
Bon Jovi sang, and some dreams died, and things which died could be
forgotten. But not usually in the heart. And if it stayed in the
heart, which it usually did, you might lose your love for a very long
time. And aeons may come, and aeons may go, and you might drift into
the heart of many lovers. But this love comes back to you, in the
end. Because it’s an eternal thing, and the foundation of eternity
has a lot of sarcasm in it. Love is war, after all. Love is war. And
nothing was ever bloody fair in it. Nothing. He put on the CD, and
listened as 1989 unfolded its musical perfection, and as How You Get
the girl was playing, he thought again on his love for the blonde
Taylor, and challenged himself. Come on, Macarthur Boy. How you gonna
get the girl? How you gonna get the girl. And in the back of his head
Monkey the Comedy Doll said ‘Dream on Daniel San’, and all he
could do was laugh.
*
* * * *
'Dear
John,' began Taylor's letter. She looked at it. Katy looked at
it.
'John's
an asshole,' said Katy.'
'Tell
me about it,' replied Taylor.
'He's
a square,' said Katy.
'Tell
me about it,' replied Taylor.
'Kanye
has more redeeming qualities,' said Katy.
'Tell
me about it,' replied Taylor.
'Still
hung up on him, huh?' asked Katy.
Taylor
glared at Katy.
'So
it's Joe instead of John. Both of them are schmucks,' said Katy.
'Next it will be Jack.'
'I
know this Jack,' said Taylor.
'I've
known a few Jack's in my time. A lot of work dealing with Jack,' said
Katy.
Taylor
smiled.
'All
sorts of business with Jack,' said Katy.
'I
typed in Katy Perry porn into Goggle the other day,' said Taylor.
'Some frisky stuff on certain websites,' said Taylor.
'I
was – young,' said Katy.
'It
was when you were at your height of popularity,' said Taylor. 'Just a
few years ago.'
'We
all make mistakes,' said Katy. 'Besides, its for the diehard fans who
need a bit of Katy's special loving.'
'Special
loving indeed,' said Katy. 'I suppose it might get an R rating, but
it was pretty explicit Ms Hudson.'
'I'm
a pretty explicit gal, Tails,' replied Katy. 'Besides, I don't object
to the video being seen. Like I said, its for the boys with a massive
crush. It deals with their frustrations. What, are you a
prude?'
'Please,'
replied Taylor. 'I couldn't do such a thing myself, not because I'm
prudish, just too sensitive to be that outgoing. Miley likes it
passionate as well, but that is how she is made up. I'm a bit more
conservative by nature. By the way God made me.'
'Probably
that,' sighed Katy. 'Why pretend in being something I'm not. I think
God likes Katy being herself, and if she is a bit frisky, he is
probably happy enough with that. He knows what he is getting from me.
I think he likes me regardless.'
'As
long as you don't forget to get to the sex clinic enough,' said
Taylor. 'Otherwise VD central will get your number, and you'll be in
the shit, literally.'
'Tell
me about it,' replied Katy. 'Anyway, insult John Boy. But tell him
you still care for him, cause he does have good qualities.'
'I'll
think about it,' replied Taylor, and looked at her letter. A letter
to John. Oh well, she ruled the world, may as well give John a break.
He'd been sledged long enough.
Chapter
Two
Sunday
18th of July 2018 CE
Ed
Sheeran was having a wank. Should he wank on about subract or should
he be Negative? Or would Minus rule his heart? The fifth strike could
be 'Equal', which had all sorts of possibilities, but the whole world
new it would be a subtractive experience the next album. Should he
throw a spanner in the works, or remain predictable? Time would
tell.
'Hey,
Tails. You are looking wholesome,' said Ed.
'What
is that supposed to mean?' asked Taylor Swift.
'I
mean, compared to the trash on the charts these days, you have a
positive reputation. At least your not much of a fornicator. The pop
divas I've run into with tales to tell, you wouldn't believe
it.'
'Try
me,' replied Ms Swift. 'Anyway, wholesome has to go. I have a new
contract, as they have all made me do.'
'It
won't last. The country girl has a heart of gold which can't help
being a good girl in the end.'
'You
are probably right,' replied Taylor. 'But I can throw a spanner in
the works, as I've done before.'
Ed
knew right then what he was going to do with his next album
title.
'How
is the Princess?' asked Taylor. 'Has she knighted you yet?'
'Several
times, actually,' replied Ed. 'But in show only.'
'So
Sir Sheeran is yet to show up at Camelot?'
'Lancelot
argues,' replied Ed. 'Says I don't have what it takes yet. More
service still required. When I'm older I'll be cut out for the
responsibility. Too tempramental at this stage. Lot more to
learn.'
'Yes
Empire Boy,' replied Taylor. 'I'll call you that now. Empire Boy.
Pommie Rapman.'
'Harldy
appropriate. I move with the times,' said Ed. 'Empire is old
news.'
'You
don't change your stripes. Still planning to get us back for the
Boston Tea Party. You want us back in the Empire, I can tell.'
'Is
that an offering?' asked Ed. 'America has finally come to its senses,
and realized its need for British Monarchy?'
'Dream
on,' replied the Yankee girl.
'Though
not,' said Ed. 'But think of all the benefits. You'll have standards
again. You must miss having standards.'
'We're
doing just fine, Ed,' said Taylor, dryly.
'I'm
sure you are. Rebel,' he replied.
'Bite
me Sheeran,' said Taylor.
Ed
just smiled in reply.