NOW

every morning i awake in iceland, and securely take hold of my thrown. as the new reigning king of the land of exhaustion, i trudge through the day, scorching the rude dirty monkeys with fire from my eyes as they attempt to dance on my nerves and toy with the little patience i still have remaining. i end the day with a magical vitamin that should be enhancing my body, but which really upsets and binds. so i drift off to sleep, only to be awakened, oh so often, by the distant call of streaming yellow waterfalls. the riches of my kingdom will not be reaped for many months, and until then i will endure the life of living in iceland, exhaustion so i will be blessed with a beautiful, new life.