Kincaid Speaks

[ghostwriter]

As I stand here and reminisce about the days when my parents had me locked in that little dark room, and all I had to keep me occupied was to play in my own feces, and swim in my own urine, and listen to the stories…the grand stories of adventure, of princes, fair maidens with long golden locks flowing from their head; fights, wars, bloodshed all around. For you are the only one they couldn’t stop from paying a visit to my little dark room. For I was the little dark secret…There was always a prince chasing after a fair maiden, and wanting to stand in the way of progress. Because they failed to realize, to achieve things in life, sometimes you have to get your hands dirty, Uncle Brannum. Sometimes you have to do things a little bit behind the back, under the table.


But if you ask me Uncle Brannum, I think they need a reality check…no description of a prince was a four inch from being a midget middle-aged man with his hair falling out in droves from the top of his head. Every prince was tall. Every prince was muscular. And every prince could fight the fight. They didn’t dance to a fight. They rode a horse. They had a sword. They had a spear. This J T Kemp is in dire need of reality check. And as far as his fair maiden goes, she looks more like God grabbed her in a choke hold, and let gravity pull her straight to the ground…They stood their ground, and now we stand ours. I wait for the word.

[jamesroth]

WHat the hell?? LMAO.

[oldschool]

Intriguing here ??-----could be a promo ??---strategies ??---rumors ??

[jamesroth]

Or maybe more delusions of himself.

[brandonprophet]

I'm 100% sure this isn't written by Rob.