eightysix (12:15 AM) :

how i know.

its usually the case what.

im the returning prodigal son.

everyone will have gone on with their lives and my life will be left in oz.

eightysix (12:16 AM) :

id have to work as a free lance deejay in centro or something

mother heroic (12:16 AM) :

is your father throwing a grand banquet for you then? will he put a ring upon your finger?

eightysix (12:16 AM) :

will he allow me to kiss the ring upon his little finger and call myself his son.

mother heroic (12:17 AM) :

why not.

mother heroic (12:17 AM) :

afterall you've come from faraway lands.

eightysix (12:17 AM) :

will i not be bequeathed with the family fortunes and a stable of well bred horses to groom and nurture.

mother heroic (12:21 AM) :

what will you be left with then, seriously.

mother heroic (12:22 AM) :

dry bread and lentil soup?

eightysix (12:22 AM) :

a tattered photocopy of the mortgage to the family estate and three magic beans.

eightysix (12:24 AM) :

one which will be eaten by our prized steed. two of which will be tossed into the fields beside the kallang river.

eightysix (12:25 AM) :

of the two, one will be eaten by a passing minstrel and he will die from it.

the remaining one will plant itself deep into the soil and grow shoots where various indie band names will be printed on the underside of its leaves.

eightysix (12:26 AM) :

and for generations to come, any fledgling band with a desire for indie rock success will come to pluck humbly at its leaves for their given name, their blessed given name.

eightysix (12:27 AM) :

now it is time for me to have some luncheon.

seeya.

mother heroic (12:27 AM) :

haha bye.