The son of the Drunken Prophet

People of the world. Of all the free lands and the far lands and all those other silly lands, I have a message. Not a simple message of tiredness and elasticity, but a message of incredible sovreinty and love. For you see, it was as my father had said of and about the peaches. The peaches shall reign over the earth in a very reignlike manner. They shall squish amongst the plants and the beetles. They shall sing among the harps and liverpools. And they shall enumerate the bamboo of the valleys! And the armadillos shall at last be at peace with the sith lords and the bottle nosed dragon. Thus shall the working man become enslaved once more, but in this very same way, shall free all of the wrongfully emprisoned monkeys. And the monkeys shall rejoice and say unto the scalloped potatoes, "I never did like those fish." And thus, the kingdoms of the earth shall be restored to their former glory as it was fortold by my father who was fortold by his father who was fortold by his father who was fortold by his father who was fortold by his father's cousin Jimmy. So rejoice all you peoples, sing forth with glorious singing and bonking on tomtoms. Let the whole of the universe revle in the splendor of your sound waves. Thus saith the son of the Drunken Prophet.