{"id":6248,"date":"2016-07-15T09:49:37","date_gmt":"2016-07-15T17:49:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/eatcho.com\/blog\/?p=6248"},"modified":"2016-07-15T10:49:34","modified_gmt":"2016-07-15T18:49:34","slug":"babyman-and-the-great-race-war","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/eatcho.com\/blog\/?p=6248","title":{"rendered":"Babyman and the Great Race War"},"content":{"rendered":"

In the beginning GOD made the babymen<\/span><\/p>\n

\"babymanadv6\"<\/a>\"babymanadv5\"<\/a>The babymen were all types of colors yet all the same.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv3\"<\/a>The babymen felt lost in their new world.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv4\"<\/a><\/p>\n

So GOD bestowed upon them healthy nuggets of fine weed and the babymen rejoiced.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv2\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The babymen danced, sung and smoked the fine weed.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv7\"<\/a><\/p>\n

All was good in the babyman world till one day a babyman declared himself king of the weed.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv12\"<\/a>“I am King of this weed!” the babyman declared<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv16\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Then a great baby war began between the Brown babies and the Peach babies.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv14\"<\/a> The babymen fought for what seemed like centuries till neither babyman knew what they were fighting for, all the while no weed was smoked.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv13\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The carnage was unspeakable, the atmosphere turned red in a cloud of bloody baby mist.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv15\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Only one babyman was left in the great wars aftermath.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv9\"<\/a>Tired, lost, bruised and bloodied this babyman could claim himself the victor of war.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv11\"<\/a> Yet he was all alone on a bloodstained terrain with nobody to share his spoils with.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv10\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Then GOD intervened yet again, placing him amongst nature\u00a0and setting him along a path.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv21\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The path given to him was treacherous. To escape from his turmoil he must climb.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv20\"<\/a> and climb.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv19\"<\/a> and climb.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv18\"<\/a>Till he reaches a great wooden precipice.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv25\"<\/a> Here he can\u00a0look over the vast landscape devoid of fellow babymen, here he can see the form of existence.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv23\"<\/a>It’s form is malleable, Shaped with time and opinion but still casting a never waining darkness,\u00a0telling the babyman that you can either live in the light of existence or be within it’s shadow.<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv8\"<\/a>While babyman stared off into the great horizon, longing for his lost baby brothers and the fine weed he thought of a poem he once heard, it goes:<\/p>\n

I met a traveller from an antique land,<\/div>\n
Who said\u2014\u201cTwo vast and trunkless legs of stone<\/div>\n
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,<\/div>\n
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,<\/div>\n
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,<\/div>\n
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read<\/div>\n
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,<\/div>\n
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;<\/div>\n
And on the pedestal, these words appear:<\/div>\n
My name is Ozymandias<\/span>, King of Kings;<\/div>\n
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!<\/div>\n
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay<\/div>\n
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare<\/div>\n
The lone and level sands stretch far away.\u201d<\/div>\n
–\u00a0PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY<\/a>–<\/div>\n

\u00a0\"babymanadv17\"<\/a>end.<\/p>\n

Thanks for checking it out<\/p>\n

eatcho<\/p>\n

\"babymanadv22\"<\/a>\"wealmostdieddoodle<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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