workin man midight...or sleepless is snoozetown

Hello dear reader, you must be really looking to kill time if you clicked your way over this page o' the web. I'm going to warn you, here and now. A lot of what follows will likely be trite, incoherent, stupid, preachy, insensitive, and ignorant or worse. There will be bad grammer, and bad speeling And for all of this I will not apologize because you, dear reader, have been given this altogether fair warning.

so, i guess if you're still reading then you don't care, or maybe you do. Or your on your way to the back button. I don't know. And, for the moment at least, eye dont car.



alright now that that's out of the way, let's get down to it. Let me tell you a story...




Once upon a time

There lived a man who was known by many names in his long, long lifetime. His Father came from the melting of the great ice that made the world, but he is long dead. Long before the making of our world. The names of his brother's were Villi and Ve, but they too are long dead. He's the oldest one left alive. Call him Wednesday.


Wednesday was hanging out under the world tree one day, lazing around at the , day-dreaming. He had been wandering out and about when he came across a sign that declared in big bold ridiculous lettering bordering on the royally extravagant that read:

PRIVATE PROPERTY OF HIS LARGENESS, KING YMIR.

Wednesday read the sign and puzzled at its meaning. He had never seen anything like it before. Then he saw the tree. It was nearly as tall as he could see with ample shade. "Just the place for a nap" he thought to himself. The grass looked soft and inviting, so he strolled over, laid down, and strettttttched out his limbs with a yawn. Soon he was halfway to dreamland, comfortable and content.

When along came a weird old man holding a bucket full of water. The old man hobbled up to the base of the tree was and without any warning at all emptied the bucket all over the hapless
Wednesday who, now soaked, proceeded to curse loudly.

"What the Fuck man!? What the hell are you doin! For fucks sakes you can't just fuckin up and do that shit you son of a bitch! FUCK!!!(remember, fair warning).

"I am Mimir. I am the gardener. And you are trespassing.






-------stay tuned! we'll be back after this incredibly long break. dunt hoald yer brethe.