Bottle, Part II

And thus he spake...

"The king demands his crown back!"
Thanks to that, everyone is under attack.
Missing his crown:
the gold, the silver, the bronze, the jewel
Missing is peace:
Never has the land suffered a wrath so cruel.

Unfortunately for him, nobody can find it.
Unfortunately for them,
he's beheaded just about everyone in his courts-
tennis, basketball, racquetball, of law, of rule, and so forth.

Running away
Scurrying
Hiding
Fleeing

Away
from the madman's gaze.

But they run into his labyrinth.
His maze.
His garden of forking paths.

Goddamn power-hungry tyrant
If I had the means and methods
I'd smash his face and crush him like an ant.
His entire army
his legions
his personal guard.
His wife, that voluptuous wench!
I- I-
fucking crown
I'd -wear it
all over town-

All this in a drunken haze
That's how that sack of fur
spent most of his days.
Miserable fucking cur.

Being trapped in a bottle, after all
will cause your mind to stumble and fall.
Cracked is your shell
It hurts to swim in that liquid hell.

Soaked in some chateau
miles away from his little mind
swimming in the seas of some ancient year gone by
Trying to come up with a way to continue his wretched life
but the grizzly bear
who climbed into a bottle
chose a fate too large for him to bear.

He drank himself stupid.

Tzoo y-yorrr mizurrry AN-AN-AND dissssp-AIR!

Collapse
Splash
Gurgle

Drown?

Bombastard

I have a general disdain for excessive flashiness. Not to say that I have a problem with flashiness but I do have a problem with the excessive kind. In the sense that it crosses lines set in place to keep a balance. Though in reality, flashiness never fully reaches any sort of balance. I would say the main problem stems from excesses. Excessive flashiness and being overly bombastic in any regard is actually a detriment.

Detrimental as it emphasizes the wrong qualities about a person.

I'd rather hang out with someone who is shabby-looking and has little to offer in the way of material goods versus someone who carries the appearance of exuberance but has little to nothing in the way of actual substance.

This all just really means I am not fond of polar opposites and the desire to live in a world that is a stark contrast between light and dark with no swooning dusk or lovely dawn allowed to exist.

Bottle, Part I

The grizzly bear climbed into a bottle and never came out again. He wasn't an alcoholic or anything of the sort, he just wanted to climb inside a bottle and never return to the real world. He hated alcohol, which confused everyone given that he purposely climbed into a bottle of wine.

He tried to explain this choice by saying that wine didn't look like beer which looked like piss which he did not want to splash around in. Anything that didn't resemble beer was good, he stressed. Though his hatred wasn't directed at just beer but at alcohol in general.

"Alcohol is what's wrong with this country," he would roar, "and the birds. Especially those falcons! Goddamn winged bastards."

His ornithophobia was one of the "many valid" reasons for climbing into the bottle. His relatives all knew he was full of it but they just wanted him out of the way. So much was their contentment that it never crossed their minds to visit him, or even allow themselves to think of such a thing. Then again, they were business bears. Crappy ones at that. Their neighbors on the other hand, were financial geniuses, and bulls. Unfortunately, they had no interest in playing the stock market.

"And perpetuate a stereotype associated with my species?" they snorted. "No thanks!"

This caused much dismay to their other neighbors: an assortment of foxes, fowls, fish, and various other creatures, except for apes. They were on their own planet. Sort of.

All this and more the bear pondered from time to time from behind tinted glass.

He was oblivious to the effects of his exile.

"Am I hallucinating? Am I drunk? Is this space dementia?" echoed not only inside the confinement of the bottle but within the caverns of his recently cleaned-out mind; he caved after the first few hours and drank himself stupid.