Syria--the collective knew

   "Syria--the collective knew"
   
   Our American President--methinks:  "Cautious/gives a shit, truly."
   
   Christ mentioned modestly praying behind locked doors instead of displaying public adoration.  Yet, we all stray, even Christ-followers, gelling with other gods.  Gods next to gods can be blasphemous; nevertheless, submission to a singular perspective, while loyalty overflows--asceticism ultimately offers much suffering and intensity to herself/himself.
   
   We know:  possibly, Jimmy Carter did something bad ass, yet the world never knew.  No accomplishments on sleeve.  We need soldiers; also, cautious leaders that give a shit.  
   
   The lack of mercy practiced by some in Syria--they collectively knew, knowing:  were informed by linguistic espionage or were spiritually aware that destructive power used against the weak will not be forever tolerated by the States.  
   
   America is not evil--for the most part.   We gel ebony, scarlet, yellow, and white; plus, soon robotic forms of pseudo-biology.  We are Terra mixed.  Transfiguring humanity into souls bringing the outshine.  

She's a Saint--not a witch

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   "She's a Saint--not a witch"
   
   Frankincense offers healing/protection.  Gift 4 the Christ Child; anyway, the Protestant Reformation thieved away not only Terra's healing tradition, yet made villains, in many cases, out of the Saints & Angels; indeed, the Virgin is skeptically viewed, even dubbed witch-like by myriads of mutated folk.  Understand:  this might be the God of Israel's girlfriend.  No bullcrap.  And who is stupid enough to mess with God's Heart?  It was her blood and cells that assisted in forging the Christ, within the sanctuary of her inviolate, Holy Spirit-touched womb.  Whatever . . .
   
   Too, Saint Francis spoke to Christ numerous times; next, realized it was the illusionist devil.  Fortunately, he had the Wolf of Gubbio to sniff out all the rancorous crack.  Nothing wrong with having Saintly or wolfy friends--as long as you don't pester them too much.  
  
   Oooooo--I get by with a little help from my friends . . .
   

Industrial Revolution--Dark Satanic Mills

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   "Industrial Revolution--Dark Satanic Mills"
   
   NOTES:
   
Futurity offers denial of billowing metaphysical past; still--it resonates.

Robogenesis--approximately 2046, most garden-variety humans implanted.
  
Will cyborgs retain human spirit?  
  
My Biological Father:  artificial cardiac pacemaker & cardioverter-defibrillator; hence, under the Rules of the Queen's Language--a cyborg.  Jedi Master Kenobi says:  "He's more machine now than man--twisted & evil."
  
Use of sorcery 4 selfish purposes--servants of the intentionally macabre will be returned snakebite.  Not by way of a cursed lone mystic, though he engages in hardcore asceticism; specifically, dictation of the DIVINE JUSTICE SYSTEM--there, you are unable to camouflage all interior passions and lies.  
  
Regardless, the past reflects with such sincere potency, unable to obscure save with the sacred crave of sublimity.    

Civilization & Monsters

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   "Civilization & Monsters"
   
   Faulkner might have implied:  "Serpentine slithered Southward."  Still, civilized is the American South--this Colonel Sanders (Southern Railroad) justice is cruel and without mercy; nonetheless, the dichotomy here transcends, and werewolves might be seen, while not phased by the Lunar Cycle, enjoying some Kentucky Fried Chicken.  
   
   Being uncivilized doesn't mean being stupid.  Gelling with the legal structure can be wise, especially if you want to avoid the pernicious pokey.  Still, look @ the most murderous of monsters--blood-suckers!  When not thieving away the life of an individual, these creatures are overheard discussing matters of philosophy & theology.
   
   Ferguson--as of today:  Got a sick taste in my mouth.    

Werewolf Conscience. (Little Lowell)

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   "Werewolf Conscience.  (Little Lowell)"   
   
   Having Saint Michael cruelly remove the wolf-like spirit in my poetic books was blasphemy.  I understand that now; alas, my further pulsating prose will focus on the charming conscience of the quasi-canine, knowing there resides a struggle within--a sincere urge to embrace sublimity save around vampirish thirst.  
   
   And none of my books have displayed blood-suckers, though the titles may make one assume such.
    
   Never hunted a day in my life--fished in the Atlantic, Arkansas, and Tennessee.  The haunt remains due to a cursed digestive tract.  15 years of losing blood and physical anguish.  And the witches--holy shit.  Past encounters with dissolute females able to, with much mercury, render a man infertile.  
   
   Wonder:  self-sufficiency & a social life.  Neurotic, yet late 90's half-hour comedies offered comedic pause and still enchant.  Too, vertical leap @ 14 was 34 inches.  But after 2 fractures freshmen year--went into exile, enduring long travels to home of my Grandparents, their Old Country, Serbian/German Eyes sparkling with unearthly worry and wisdom.  Need a beer now . . . 

Saints & Werewolves

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   "Saints & Werewolves"   
   
   Whether cynocephalus or ultra lycanthropy--the Catholic and some Orthodox Saints have an esoteric connection here.
   
   Of course, Saint Francis is the coolest--in almost every way.  Mystic, ascetic, beggar, and friend of the werewolf, kinda.  He gently offered sublime mercy to the Wolf of Gubbio; as a result--the carnivorous beast gelled with gorgeous dog-like calm.  Read all about Saint Francis, the Wolf of Gubbio, & the Virgin Herself @ GREEN EUNUCH--my Blog Series.  
   
   Anyway, Marco Polo encountered many canine-headed hybrids in his travels, yet while not a Saint--he, more or less, gave us pasta.  Too, the emerald-hued Saint Patrick wends wolfways.  Though not recognized by the mysterious Catholic Church--Internet Lore suggests that most Saints have the ability to transform us into werewolves.  Was Saint Christopher a member of the pack?  Unrecognized, toothy, and sincerely loves to travel.  Like Charley.   

Diet Doesn't Matter--Bupkis

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   "Diet Doesn't Matter--Bupkis"
  
   Of course--eating healthy does not make a difference in obtaining superior health, for you might be manipulated by a genetic disposition to monstrously mass outwards, becoming a red-shirt Albert.
   
   If foods can move your blood sugar, obese you till horizontally ALL-EXPANDING; next, rot your incisors, thin your hair, and offer a morphing myriad of other Munsters-acquired oddities; then, diet too--can heal you.  
   
   Radical Remission, nearly (so the Internet Blogs) 70% of it, has been linked to alteration of diet; plus, the ingestion of differing herbs & spices.  But cool.  I guess like a physician once privately announced to my doltish self:  "The garden-variety medical school rarely offers esoteric knowledge."  
   
   But I ingest tobacco.  I'm no better.  Possibly, it keeps me a bit thin; alas, wends the imperfection even in a bit of counterpoise.  I hear chronic use of the Twinkie is dangerous. 

COYOTE MOON (A Buffy Book)--by Vornholt

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   "COYOTE MOON (A Buffy Book)--by Vornholt"  
   
   Some fancy tradition.  Kristy Swanson may always be the real incarnation of Buffy the Vampire Slayer; moreover, myriads are fascinated by the mischievous intelligence of the coyote, it lacking the mighty size of a hungry wolf; still, this carnivorous quasi-canine knows how to dodge quicksilver, finding much contentment by way of its highly virile charm and superior digestive tract.
   
   Anyway, COYOTE MOON (A Buffy Book), showcases the honey-blond and her saintly quest to hunt down all monstrous evil-doers; plus, coyote lore is interestingly mentioned.  Maybe not worthy of the Pulitzer Prize, but so totally the Bram Stoker Award; alas, there are many hormone-fueled folk believing that "PORKY'S 2:  The Next Day" dashingly deserved the Academy Award.  Dunno.    

Humanoid Reptiles In The American South

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   "Humanoid Reptiles In The American South"
   
   After intentionally absorbing Faulkner's "Absalom, Absalom!" I know:  the gods do exist; still, Faulkner himself basically flunked outta high school, farted around; next, imbibed toxic comprehension of the geography in which he did reside, outshining the fabrication of fact concerning superior generals leading the emaciated & enlisted into corporeal destruction.
   
   A skinny ass ectomorph, snake-like man, bloated in the behemoth belly reminds of a slimy viper after having selfishly ingested an innocent, mammalian meal.  But once so disfigured by rancorous venom, the reptile becomes disinterested, in fact, FREAKED by their vicious art of mutating a lamb-like victim; hence, they manifest NEGLECT--thank the gods.
   
   And as Faulkner's ambiguous yet sublime scribble carries onward--he knows:  "Were they courageous--yes.  But they lacked pity & mercy."
   
   Nevertheless--the American South may rise again.  Surely, they have the pseudo-industry of cotton.  The perpetual manufacture of tampons will keep them golden.  

Unearthly Agony of Monstrous Mental Illness

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   "Unearthly Agony of Monstrous Mental Illness"
   
   Mental Illness:  Schizo-Mode, OCD with Tics, the infamous & stereotypical Bi-Polar, and the worst--Clinical Depression, wanting 2 assassinate yourself perpetually--these things suck Loki's mutated apples made adulterous in front of the god of poetry & eloquence:  BRAGI.
   
   Mental Illness is LSD minus euphoria; indeed, euphoria is illegal, even medically, in the American South, where metaphorical chains still resonate with the crispy clasp of ice-cold, ghostly steel.
   
   As a result, all organic & freshly farmed medicines should be available; moreover, legal coke, rotten speed, and even opiate-minded slavery is legal medically; nonetheless, they deny King David, the boldest of all Hebrew Heroes (Bard/Fighter)--him vociferously proclaiming in the King James Book of Psalms:  "Herb for the service of man."
      
   And vampires not be as cool as werewolves/werecoyotes.  Just say'n.  

#Nebula Guardians/Galaxy--crappy crayon art

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   #Nebula  Guardians/Galaxy--crappy crayon art  
   
Don't you dare look at me;
My weirdo artist constructed an asymmetrical cranium--you see!!!
Specifically, my soft, angelic eyes really do display a cerebral capacity that's sweet,
Hoping for a sequel--like Kevin Costner did dub Madonna's concert neat . . .
   
   

#werewolfslut --Full Sturgeon Moon

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   #werewolfslut  --Full Sturgeon Moon   
   
Under the neon swarm of celestial sea,
Resides a Werewolf Slut--her radiating a spirit of free;
Alas, her creepy creator gives an innocent stare,
Hoping she gets respect--and does a reader ensnare.   
   
   

Ulcerative Colitis & Avocado; plus, Chocolate Banana

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   "Ulcerative Colitis & Avocado; plus, Chocolate Banana"  
   
   Gastro-Strange Physicians have many times been vociferously imperative in mentioning to me:  "Diet doesn't matter."  After a mere week in remission, you think you're miraculously fixed; next, a juicy steak sandwich with horseradish; then, you wake up with a bastardly dagger in your gut and evacuation of bloody fecal matter.  Plus, you gotta swallow eight horse-sized pills everyday, throwing up a little in your moist mouth as you do so.
   
   To these people (such as myself), armed with assholes that give the mirror image of blown out flat tires--I proclaim:  "Eat an avocado.  Approximately 4 grams of mild yet effective fiber, high fat content for a respectable body mass, and maybe an anti-oxidant or two.  Then, there's the frozen, chocolate-smeared banana.  Very nice.  Though--they kinda bind me; as a result, dip in a bit of organic flax seed, and a halfway decent poop magically appears the next day, hopefully not in your Captain America Boxer Shorts.  Yes, sometimes--we all want to be somebody else."