Grackle Nation (2)

   
   "Grackle Nation (2)"
   
   Easter was on the RISE, and Slim Jim Grackle was praising Jesus, the wind beneath his multi-hued nimbus of super-reality.  Heck boy, he knew he wasn't psychotic, just vibrating on such a high level that Bigfoot was prone to pounce on him at any minute, but like them mountain men up in the Dakotas say:  "Hairy Man--hell boy--we gonna shoot that sum bitch."  And Lee Majors knows all too well about the inter-dimensional travels of Sasquatch. 
   So, as Balder's New, Good Green Earth approached with the RISE of Christ--fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice, hell boy--I'm gonna eye for eye your ass.
   Moses was not bad.  Slim Jim loved him some Moses, and he never axed anyone a question, for his interrogative queries were much more distinguished--even though his last wife, Eve, said he didn't know the English Language, but he knew couth and all of its components, such as bright fairy love minus the murder.  Why do you think they ring a holy bell before the act of the Transubstantiation?
   Anyway, Slim Jim Grackle saw a female Cardinal with a touch of red, knowing Good Friday was approaching with the weight of the Four Winds.  Therefore, he blew out the metaphorical candles on his birthday cake, but showed respect to the wish, saving one, and extinguishing it with his palm.