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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.
* * * * *
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.
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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.
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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.
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