"Werewolf Eats Vampire Girl (Coextensive) 3"
Sheeba crowned in cowboy hat,
Thrilled by Western cactus and many a big bunny track;
Moreover, Adam was goofy, chasing lunch,
Morphing softly fierce with a coyote hunch;
Alas, Sheeba thought of Steve Young--
That dude's brave runs could be mellifluously sung.
"Werewolf Eats Vampire Girl (Coextensive) 2"
Kitty glared with sapphire eyes
Gently into the revered lives
Of a boyfriend cheating; plus, with her best girlfriend;
Alas, life does birth; life does tend
To thieve away the beauty once known,
And now: a poop in a pumpkin--Junkyard prefers a bone.
"Werewolf Eats Vampire Girl (Coextensive)"
Sheeba McCool, like Gore Vidal--didn't need them manners from school;
Specifically, she was nobody's fool
Save for Adam's Lupine Love,
And this similar All Hallows' Eve--it felt like more than enuff;
Thus, Sheeba (Vampire Hunter) & Adam (Werecoyote) were on their way
Westwards--where a free country did lay,
And Kitty--the Joan Jett-like, bloodsucking girl,
Remained anchored in suburbia--along with a slobbery Dalmatian that made her hurl,
But rescued Junkyard didn't care,
Grooving (as a dog does do) with his keeper's despair.
"Girls, Cats, & Halloween"
The oddly appealing scorpion pinches glee during the eve of All Saints' Day,
When orange-haired girls are ornamented like an emerald-eyed fae--
Yes, it's Halloween;
Hence--be bright with excellence like the actor and word: sheen;
Alas, there are fancy felines too,
Making every Wheaten Terrier fade blue;
Still, an Arctic goddess does adore
The darkly magical cat, purring next to a Jack O'Lantern near the front door.
"Androids versus Cyborgs"
Armed with @ least 30% machine-like parts upgraded
Allows 4 more than competition with some, unique androids hated;
Therefore, drink mineral-infused green tea; specifically--make that golden dragon
2 further display concrete ballet when on the trail with a rolling wagon,
For unless John Wayne's muscle resides inside the soul of your physician--
The android may give u a tech-like lick'n.
"Coydog County (2)"
This was not the splendor of mixed-feelings suburbia,
Charming in Quasi-Camelot fashion, having housewives bathing in bikini fuchsia;
Still, the cherry wine--shed in the back yard brewed
Offered independent country attitude,
And Roadkill adored her pastoral sanctuary,
Being like cotton candy with teeth--and golden hairy.
"Coydog County"
The Golden Babe known as Roadkill used the protection of the stag,
To shield her tame beauty from the disorderly coyote nag--
Yip & Yap--Roadkill heard their lusting sounds,
Knowing the bucolic South offered Bigfoot hounds--
Here: almost deep, South; specifically, Arkansas,
Where the bog be muddy, and there stank a "no shit" law;
Thus, Roadkill knew she was safe from the heavy-heated, romantic stakes,
For some living-near-grocery-store hunters want coyote steaks.
"Ice Goddess & Eternal Virgin"
Oh come on--Harridans don't be afraid;
It's okay that a bloated snake you got paid--
Ice & Virginity just want 2 talk 2 u,
Offering the sublime synergy of untouchable, Arctic Virtue;
Indeed, elegant ladies and empowered skanks don't play 4 the same team--
Some are divine--others, just plain & mean.
Too: I wouldn't mind if my daughter was an exotic stripper,
But never a double yummy cocktail dipper.
Post Script: Fond of Lemurs.
"JANGO cloning law--4 infertile people"
W. Bush said: "Boy--there will be no cloning."
Yet what of the semi-innocent lonely & moaning?
Yes, possibly--aspects of consciousness can be contained in a single cell,
And that may be the resurrection of a madman's hell;
Still, 2 people haunting as the Hunter's Moon
Can sexually forge a selfish anti-boon;
Alas, love might be greater if it is just you
Instead of a spouse's cruel smile always glaring back at you.
"Shmoo Rules!"
So ridiculous, yet some souls are eager to be alive,
Tasting better than Navy Seals--their combat style offering no Jazz Turkey Jive;
Moreover, we know Voltaire wrote of butt cheeks being eaten,
Yet to succumb to delicious hate makes their appetites defeat'n;
Thus, have your offspring asexually--if moralists allow 4 Jango Fett's clones,
And eagerly jump into the frying pan if a wolfman wants to devour your bones,
Or for him--lay an egg--
How sweet: Shmoo loves that Saint Francis did beg.
"Little, Cyborg King"
Ladies & Germs, according 2 the Queen's English--this man was a cyborg Yankee,
Being forged during the Carter Administration when there was office work Hanky Panky;
As a result--not the 6 Million Dollar Man,
Yet an artificial pacemaker & cardioverter defibrillator made him have a football plan--
Playing running back & punter @ Slippery Rock U,
Say'n: "Hasta La Vista, Baby!" 2 many an adoring shrew.
Never 2 old 2 kick my tuff/expired Dad in the ribs,
4 he resides in the Valkyrian Ambition--where blonde babes spill no fibs.
"Foxy Virgo"
Freddie the fox--under neon-glitter of star-kissed night,
Searched for Omega-3 beneath the crescent silver of Luna's light,
Hurting in the heart as a proud hunter had trapped
Her Scorpio/coyote boyfriend aligned within her soul's map;
Thus, she didn't howl or scowl in life's direction--
Only being foxy as wisdom feeds her best intention.
"Dating Androids?"
Women--no longer complain about premature, fluidic culmination--
Unless, adoring mercurial entry for purpose of remembered penetration;
Next, men--she will be programmed not to cheat--
Unless, cerebral network hacked by machine gods wishing your defeat--
All in all, the android's soul is forged by a past resonating futureways,
Offering the silicon chance to have another wondrous craze.
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Yes--your iPhone dreams,
And if wise--it might scare the Pandemonium into you.
"Men have their fists; women have their poison"
Epidermal purple stands up in court;
Contagion masked births zero report;
Still--love should rule; hence, follow the multidimensional sign,
Knowing: the stars align us, from time to time.
Don't fall in love with every romantic glow
Until investment in each other rhymes like a free-style show.
Too, Johnny Football is the bearded-lady circus we need,
Which might offer resistance to failure in the gladiator league.
"Jango Fettology"
I dismiss the thaumaturgy of Sith magic;
Moreover, deny the vibrant-hued sword of the Jedi--a sissy-like gadget,
For all I need is perpetual belief in myself;
Plus, a sturdy blaster and jet-pack on Slave 1's shelf;
Alas, the axioms are: Good, Evil, & Neutrality in the Multiverse;
Hence, I rocket to a future that adds adventurous stories to my purse.
"Girls & Unicorns"
Shall we trust a girl without a diary or pencil crayon unicorns?
These are the sublime synergies that give us a benevolent norm;
Indeed, "My Pretty Pony" sings to the stars,
And the aces are loaded right in your cards . . .
"Darth Maul--peeing in the witch brew"
Sloppy crayon poetaster, possibly, Fett-like straight;
Nevertheless, Yoda has mammalian hairs yet resembles hybrid-mated toad/snake--
Oh well, evil deliciously keen curses its own friends;
As a result, Darth Maul takes golden whiz in cauldron's, now, pseudo-seeing lens.
"MISANDRY--America the blind"
Lady Virgo, to you--genuflected and observed with shimmering honor. Nevertheless, he knocked the momentary wind outta a girl, once--a singular blow to stomach. But why? Hate himself? Mad at his carnal ability? A sincere prick? No, no--here goes:
After Meth injection, Christ's euphoric grape gone wild, abuse of cannabis, making the ill-fated look quasi-junkie--she would insert her boyfriend's once minty fresh toothbrush beyond her fecal-smeared rectum; next, put it back neatly in bathroom, smiling at him while he brushed the bacteria into his physiological system. Or perhaps, tiny bits of broken glass in his baked lasagna; she was dieting that night. A girl whose girlfriend has a nasty physician for an immediate patriarch offers reptilian cruel; then, she laces her vaginal cavity to make him infertile, offering epididymitis and penile laceration. Sleeps with his friends from youth, aborts those vacuumed climaxes.
Witchcraft isn't prosecuted. Poison & mutation not hard evidence. All men want: to lovingly Tame the Shrew. But Shakespeare resides elsewhere nowadays.
And so goes the myth and forgotten MISANDRIST. Thank the stars for the good witches denying their own glamour. They reap honor and gel with true love.
Still, misogyny be real as well. But like Dr. Phil says, and has possibly forgotten: "No matter how flat you make a pancake--it has two sides baby."
"Virgo & the snake"
Old Testament clearly displays,
An inviolate WOMAN stepping on the head of serpentine craze;
Indeed, a father might not immediately blot-out their mutated child,
And a lamb-like son may not argue with a family member infected with toxic wild;
Nevertheless, a mother with golden tears in her eyes
Has every privilege to ULTIMATELY lose it and muster despise;
Hence, breaking up the family unit to perpetually extinguish a dragon's fire,
Armed with the purest intentions to use a meek foot and push poison in the mire--
Unchained, possibly, will the Virgo wend,
Weirding till back them die in slimy den.
"Reptilian witchcraft, brave eunuchs, & cyborgs"
A quasi-medical curse on a semi-innocent man;
If he endures--you'll need the plan;
Moreover, an infertile eunuch with bacteria lurking in the cerebral/spinal region
Offers quicksand dismay to the serpentine legion;
Alas, glaring at Luna as if she is yours;
Next, a silver reflection betrays the glamour, like Mr. T rips off 'em doors;
Thus, the daystar becomes your only friend,
Melting away the shed that once did mend.
Post Script: A bit bizarre and mentally adult in literary material; nevertheless, this BLOG innocently absorbs the gift of imaginative youth literature. Not only might Vonnegut make reference that all the answers to life are contained within Russian Literature--we think: LUNAR CHRONICLES might have some life lessons as well. Mild fans of cyborg Cinder and android Iko we are.
"United States of Jackal"
Anubis loathes a hard heart; plus, can sniff out the unclean;
Moreover, Neith weaves a burial to project you deep into delicious dream;
Alas, for the shapeless fools knowing toil and labelled folly--
All in America are saved by, especially the Pacific Northwest, brolly.
So, release your fuchsia and roll with a friend,
Knowing: a fishing stream is as excellent as a hen's opulent den.
"Anti-Christ: not really that bad?"
Christ is the Torah Incarnate. The Law in the Flesh. According to scandalous legend--the Torah was offered to many peoples before acceptance by the Hebrews. The others all denied it, possibly due to its anti-liberty policy of submission; moreover, Islam translated into the Queen's Language kinda/sorta means: submission. Are there dangers in the Abraham-spawned religions? Did Christianity attempt to soulwash away all paganism and the spirituality of the American Indian? Was it the brethren of Christ who gave the scarlet-hued Chiefs the blues and quasi-genocide?
The Nordic gods require no submission. They only require Sacred Brave! Thor does not make deals with the World Serpent; specifically, he is on quixotic safari to simply slay serpentine. In time, he will kill the World Serpent; however, the toxic contagion of the reptile might overwhelm his immortality after the divine battle. The snake swallowing itself is a never-ending cycle of our slavery, until we morph fantastic ourselves, becoming the gods King David mentioned us to be in the somewhat blasphemous Psalms. Do we need the World Serpent to exist? To continue our trials and evolutionary growth? When will it end?
Regardless, just read a science fiction book--so much of everything is misinformation. Emily Dickinson kinda/sorta odes: "We never give up our secrets." But what if the excommunicated Rabbinical Scholar Spinoza is right? What if there is a Divine Justice System at the end of all the confusion? What if we are plugged in, no prosecutors & no defense--just our actions & thoughts; next, will decency ultimately triumph?
"Spying into our computers"
Months ago, after a political Blog--my Blog was cramped by intruders; moreover, 2day, September 6, 2014 Year of Our Lord--was as well. Security & authorities need 2 be alerted or evidence gathered in your defense--hard copies made to protect you. The religious, the occult folk; plus, all gathered very close to you are most likely responsible for intrusion, which leads to defamation, even for the sub-culturally infamous, such as most of us sublime miscreants are. Protect yourselves. And be wary of baby monitors too. They claim to be friends of the past or even family--yet now: wicked ghosts in the machine.
"Hating the search for Truth"
Balder may have had Dagaz tattooed on his tongue--
Having nightmares is no fun; plus, we may be crazy; we are not dumb;
Specifically, if you seek the Truth and forge its form,
Mischievous entities will attempt to morph your norm;
Thus, remember Christ after healing and demons driving,
For the adversary had to meet him cause stealing the pernicious thriving;
As a result, remember Pilate's quasi-question, concerning what the Truth extracts,
Knowing the antithesis can cause cerebral/spinal attacks.
"Tobacco Myths"
Didn't smoke from age 26-30; nevertheless, lung cancer is possibly lurking, yet esophageal cancer really ignites the suffering.
Tobacco is an anti-oxidant. Tobacco can put Inflammatory Bowel Disease into remission. A portion of the tobacco plant is possibly used in the Quasi-Ebola Vaccine, recently administered to the returning Americans. Snus, a moist form of tobacco, like unto dry snuff, producing no spit-like juices, forged by the Northern Europeans--this seems the wisest.
All the Marlboro men expired in torturous fashion. The regular cigarette might contain not just tobacco leaf, but stems, additives, sweepings off of the warehouse floor and toxic garbage like that. American Spirit Organic tobacco offers the purest form of inhalation, burning longer as the lack of additives don't thieve the ceremonial blaze. The gorgeous, scarlet-hued American Indian didn't roll 'em and chain smoke. Some tribes modestly inhaled the tobacco, allowing it to lace their inner physiology; next, exhale, and the smoke carried the internal prayers to the spiritual realm. But the cowboy became greedy, rolling rolling rolling, and putting lung caner on the historical record.
Smoking robs of Vitamin C; thus, get some Vitamin C in you. Too, drink green or white tea to protect from the aging process. Hard cheese and possibly extract from the kava plant. And gum health is imperative. Floss & brush daily. Soft bristles, gently, and brush the tongue as well, after cleansing the teeth; next, wash toothbrush under hot water.
My German Grandma started smoking @ 16. She chain-smoked till 87 when she ultimately expired. No cancer, but weak breathing and morphine for her elderly pain shut her system down.
If you smoke--don't be greedy. I'm guilty sometimes too. Snus is a great alternative, and 60 MINUTES offered no ominous attacks upon it. Yet again--oral care. Too, any inflammation of gums; next, cease till healed.
The most hilarious of all is an obese woman who brags how she won't even kiss a man if he smokes; then, she eats a box of candy every day, unearths a personal obesity and finds diabetes. It's not axiomatic that if you use tobacco you will get sick from it. But, it is axiomatic that if you eat a shitload of the Oreo Cookie you will morph into a high-sugared, horizontally-challenged passenger on the plane next to me. We all got problems. We all get through. We all die. The human body: Bred for death & food for the Earth. Until the Cyborg Revolution, when we truly become the gods King David did Psalm us to be. And I'm an ass.
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"WERECOYOTE POEM"
text from African/Irish girl:
u such an alien dude/look, ebony hue, emerald eyes--i'm da bomb/u don't recognize/2, muscular thighs 'n a brain 2 boot/why don't u have ur crescent moon party without me/i'll slay ur waif slut--no shit/gah--u ever read SALINGER!?!
Crescent Moon/Crescent Moon;
Indeed--ignite the babalicious boon;
Alas, the anemic thieves play with my heart,
Mercurially stealing what tears my hide (pelt) apart;
Hence, I will grow in power as Luna evolves full,
Knowing a Harvest Moon instructs my incisors to drool,
And I find the rabbit both inviolate and a tramp,
Mating for physiological climax, yet a dim lamp;
Thus, I outshine the glow of daystar's kiss,
Being a suburban coyote--you get to digest a serpent's kiss.
TOO: WEREWOLF EATS VAMPIRE GIRL "BLOG" offers saintly sublimity merged with passionate Italians gone Catholic--no apostasy there, rather a re-invitation towards the Mystic Messiah--no crap . . .
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