Did u sell Mom's Parts?

   
   Did u sell Mom's parts

   Her blood was worth a fortune, especially mixed with Wheaten blood.  All metaphor and allegory--she loved her puppy. 
    Dr. Grenier/Crank 40 MG of zyprex, thank God I never took it more than a week.  Mom yelling at me:  Wake up!  Wake up! 
   I was a zombie with no clarity. 
   Freudian slips.  He knew my ex-wife's name and I never mentioned it in the first year.  Lived where I always lived.
   Told me about Hindu meditation--hey man, Jesus Christ is for me. 
   Was the Notary Fraud about donating Mom?  Red Market? 

   Oh well.  I pray and wash and love my God in a Free America.  I like Trump. 
   I also have a Bill of Rights.  No crimes. 
   People are nasty.  But, God Bless.  

Phony Family

   
   Phony Family

   Mark. u have a Trust Fund.  Mark, ur Dad left u modest financial security.  Mark, take these opiates.  Mark, you'll be dead soon. 
   Should I go on?  Never got a dime.  Never became addicted, though my attorney brother wasn't shy about asking for pills.  
   Too, never died five years ago like the Priests at Saint Matthews kept telling me. 
   Guess what pills I take now?  Nothing.
   Oh well. Are there any nice people?  I'm blacklisted.  Filled out every job application,
even for cleaning toilets.  Nothing.  Thanks Nancy Brown.  Mom always told me not to eat ur "special" meals--the next day getting a Remicade Infusion. It's on record toots. 
   If I was still on that--I'd be dead.  Haven't taken any in over ten years.
   So, I'm fed phony bologna about living arrangements.  Not allowed to go to my house.  Blacklisted.  Called wacky.  If I am, didn't W.  Bush sign the American with Disabilities Act? 
    Guess it doesn't apply to me. 
    Gotta see the new Han Solo movie.  Looks old school.  God Bless.  And thank so many of you for proving how much anger you have.  

Butch and Sundance

   Butch and Sundance

   Who the hell are these guys?  My old man, the few times I got to see him minus the antagonizer and thief concerning my gifts from a loving father--well, he loved Newman and Redford. 
    Who the hell are these guys? There's rules to fighting.  What a great movie.  Jumping off the cliff. 
   I ask:  Where do people buy their poison at?  They seem to carry it in every bar I go.  
   God Bless them. Or not. 

Angela M King--illegal alias?

   
   Angela M King--illegal alias?
  
   Hope she's not fooled good government, or lives in a house needing to be condemned, infected with mice and rats--also, stuff called wax, torched and imbibed by children?  Hope she wouldn't do that. 
   Or sex with--well--read Faulkner. 
   I have it all written down. 
   Good Marine passed.  It wasn't his fault. 
   Pray for peace, yet know some Romans polluted the Holy Text.  Not all--many are sublime.  Jesus is a fighter full of love.  Not a social advocate without supreme power.  Praise Jesus. 

Tribal Mentality

   
   Tribal Mentality


   It's all real Bubba Cheese.  Agendas.  Too, aliens, Masons, firetrucks, hookers, etc., 
   Can't we all get along?  Nope. People are in bondage to their greed save the super-sublime.  Joseph lost his family due to envious brothers. But gregariouslly gelled with the Egyptians, shaving his head and being mummified. 
   Everybody knows. Even silence gets u slayed.  Remember the lowly man commanded to warn of the One,True God. He's wise to be a pious bastard.  As David mentioned:  "Fear only God."
   Iniquity requires one thing.  Agreement. 
   Dodgers still can do the Bob Conrad punch out thing.  Mr. J. Church--throw this dog a bone. 

Sparky Puma--what

   Sparky Puma--what

   I could have been a Nun, yet they rejected me.  So, used to being loathed save by sweet and brave people, I married ex-hubby and wrote poetry while folding his underwear all day, taking out trash, and cooking.  Moreover, all the rest.  Then he noticed I was a shape-shifting Puma and got all racist on me. 
   People fear what they are not.  Heck, I love my dog Jubles, and for all that he is.  Secret:  An angel dog.  Thanks Tobias.  I'll keep washing and burying dead animals I find.  And I only eat fish except when I can't afford it.  Been living on meow-mix for one week.  Heck, other people have it worse.  Praise ya Jesus.  You are my vine. ####

Father Mark Sap-Face: I'm coming 4 u

   Father Mark Sap-Face:  I'm coming 4 u

   Enjoy dressing up in infant clothing at Saint Matthews?  Ride the Hershey monks?  Just asking.  When u die, ur personally satanic homily, is the best day of ur life--so die Father--if u desire a good day, it's all allegory here, mind ya. 
   You said it--not Christ.   Ur an embarrassment to Rome and are the monks.   Couldn't kill what u targeted--nope.  I am there.  In you and the monks.  U look at me or think of me--enjoy the bones. 
   U asked for this.  U hate the Hebrews.  The King is in the Field, pulling weeds.  Why would u team up with Masons?  Even Kennedy detested them.
   Thank U David, seed of Jesse.  Bless the Lord O my soul and all that is within me--praise ye the Lord--all the lands.  I've been on my deathbed.  Don't allow fear to put u in bondage.  Think:  Clint Eastwood.   No shit.
   4 the Orthodox--right to left baby, just like Christos separates the lambs from the goats.  Every Good Shepherd needs a sheep dog. 

Sparky Puma--yikes

   Sparky Puma--yikes

   Holy Cow.  Not Cosmic Cow.  Just saw a "Too Close For Comfort" rerun.  Pretty girls, curious non-chicking eating subplots.  Yet Cheyenne passed at 90.  Big, gentle Hollywood.  How sublime is the Grit Channel?
   Florida isn't so bad.  I give Jubles Gatorade and treats with elderberry.  We exercise plenty.  I miss my home, yet not.  If only ex-hubby didn't hate my Jesus freak that lives inside.  A Free Country mind ya. 
   People and their agendas.  Some cats like America as intended.  A simple non-molested Bill of Rights without greedy attorney corruption.  Let's edit the 10 Commandments u schmos.
    Just give a shit.  I always scoop Jubles' poop and change my litter box.

Sparky Puma--clawed extension

   Sparky Puma--clawed extension

   I, me, shit, ya know by now--you pluralistic fruitcakes--don't say ya don't know the Sparky-doodle-coodle-fruitle-thingamajig-picklepussypiper, yet a chastity belt until love unlocks, and ex-hubby--yuck, armed with the noxious nasty, and I still miss THUNDERCATS, not the reboot, but kinda cat-like cool, the Lion with Emerald Eyes mind ya.

   I don't like little kids, unless baptized by the last Hebrew Prophet, in some opinions, surviving on locusts and honey, though Solomon reminds not to gorge, unless feeding the bears.  Cats got cooler claws--in my opinion; at the same time, who doesn't love a Mother Bear adoring her Cubs?

   So, I was listening to Miyagi--not even cats like snakes, but don't mind them.  You don't bother me; next, I (Sparky Puma) won't bother you; however, piss in my Chinese Soup, I go back to My Pride.  And Florida.  Where the hell are the Surf Punks?  Too big for her top; next, the strings are gonna pop.  Nasty dudes.  My eyes are up here, not my nuclear buxomlishishness. But can you really blame delinquent dudes?  All those little submarines regenerating daily.  Once a month for us ladies, and yet Pumas pick a proud mate.  The solitary mountain feline.  Grizzly Adams--I reflect upon you sir.  Shit, why can't I just be a park ranger?

   My Westie White (Jubles), well--crazy nation.  Yappy and scrappy.  Who would've thought?  A dog is protecting this non-commercialized meow-mix.  Gotcha Jubles.  And may Almighty God have me in the palm of His Hand.  Trust nothing more than a Father, Son, Holy Ghost--the Author of Perpetual Life--dudes, Jesus already wrote the Book.  Live it.  Live/Eternal Action.  God Bless.  Sparky Puma out, maybe.  Maybe not . . .

is protecting this pussalicious.  

Sparky Puma

 
   SPARKY PUMA

    I don't know why I'm a vagabond vagrant; moreover, never even went to a barber-shop and read any of Kilgore Trout's latest books--is that delinquent but delicious dude still self-publishing?

   Miss the Irish girl in Arkansas, but I'm not supposed to have those thoughts, sisterly love, and my ex-husband got all the money because my claws would come out, and it wasn't even regulated by the full-effects of Luna's tide-pulling potency--I would just stare at the fish-tank, thinking:  "Bubbles, gulps, yummy."

   So, I packed my Gran Torino with the big block Cleveland; next, headed to Florida with my Westie White, and yes, I spell it Westie.  I always named people on Soap Operas different names, unearthing the forbidden Fruit Loops, like:  my ex-hubby and most folks have multiple identities, which isn't illegal, in most cases.

   Nobody will hire me, and my retarded niece smokes dope and gets a job at Burger Kingalishish in like a day--go figure the system--I hope they don't want my feline parts--and what a mess that would make them, I kill bugs on contact, but can't walk away from a rerun of THUNDERCATS; specifically, the show is always playing in my mind.  And thinking about Jesus too.  Like He's my Uncle or something, watching me, making sure I'm polite and wash my hands--cats do like water ya know, depending on the spirit of the soul.  Soul = spirit and body mind ya--know your Latin.

   I'd make a great park ranger, and always loved Chuck Norris--not even his furry chest bothered me.  My name is Sparky Puma.  I keep having wacky adventures.  And why the hell are there shell-fish parts in sardines?  That kinda is the ruination of all the health benefits--me thinks.  

Money 4 Scarlet Market

   Money 4 Scarlet Market 

   Larry and the quasi-Mason pseudo-Nancy Brown and Notary Fraud on Highway 70.  Some soul needed Mom's ichor (possibly) or parts ya say and ya'll collect the cash.  Maybe not.  What was I giving her?  I tainted her and me.  Or maybe not.  Enjoy what u cannot control.   And silly phoney Joanie--they'll waste u too, metaphorically.  U didn't even have a buzz-cutt as expected. 
    Read the Eagle's Epistles.  If u turn on ur family--you'll be in bondage for eternity.
   Hey ACLU!  In the Confessional at Saint Matthews in Franklin they tell people nasty shit about sex.  I'll testify.  Or maybe I won't.  Doctors, thank you sirs.  Besides the schmos. 

TY Christos

   TY Christos

   Pop Stars and the French.  Guess "Field of Dreams" wasn't exactly speculative fiction.  
   Je vous merci.  Oops, one more time, yet class is true grit and gives merit. 
   He came not to bring peace, but a sword--Blake loved that quote, the mere tradesman as mentioned by a snob dubbed Fraiser Crane, but he'd be great to have a Bud Heavy with. 
   All in all, got nothing without Jesus.  The Epistle of John was it--who was he talking to?  Maybe you brothers and sisters. 

Red, White, Blue Doves

     
   Red, White, Blue Doves

   Remember Hacksaw Jim; moreover, guy played ball at SMU, and the crowd would chant:  "USA!"

   Mom always said she liked that.  My friend Jesse's Dad said Hacksaw looked crazy carrying that two-by-four.  It's wrestling.  Real entertainment.

   Miss my kid.  I saw him struggle with his conscience when I explained to him about philosophically cool things.  Mom always wanted him to live with us; however, we were put in charge of ferrying other people's children, as if their servants; still, we love them, and did our jobs; thus, why are they mad at us for obeying our entire lives?  Was it not enough?

   Bertha fought.  Drank coffee by the gallon.  Laughed.  Watched Sci-Fi.  Grandmas have the best of love.  I ponder La Sainte Vierge's Mom.  I bet she was great.  Kinda reminds me of the old lady in that Vin Diesel movie, yet she wasn't all that cool.  I always got along with the elderly.  People in need love everyone.  Saw an old man get ketchup (Heinz) when I first moved to Little Rock near 1980.  All he got was the ketchup.  He was beautiful.

   Reading a book on werecats.  Heck, they got were-everything nowadays.  It's not nice to thieve people's hard-earned or deserved finances.  Maybe somebody will do it to you.  Always give a hobo a dollar, and Bertha fed them; plus, as I mentioned, coffee.  She always had her coffee.  Love ya Bert.  You too Pap.  You guys were like my parents.  

God is Good, Cap

   God is Good, Cap

   Oh well--people just keep up with the nasty.  My Father is not very happy.  What u sow--you reap. We know Miyagi--Karate for defense only.  Why make us defend ourselves?
   And ladies, if u lust--well, just be brave enough to ask.  God rewards the brave--only they get into Valhalla. And Bragi is admitted into all realms.
   I know everybody knows.  Get over it.  Go fishing.  Listen to Chopin.  U attack due to fear.  You're afraid.  Love comes in peace.  Don't be a schmo.  Rosie already put nuclear contagion in my pasta.  I always loved Rosie, but she is a naughty lass, transcending curvaceous, and eclipses Mother Moon, or so she thought.
   My Father lets Mom have the reckoning. 

Android, even mutant rights

   ANDROID, EVEN MUTANT RIGHTS

   Holy Fire--where is Professor X?  I believe people are being discriminated against by Belle Meade attorneys.  Good thing about lawyers--they all hate each other
   People should speak up about discrimination.  We should file lawsuits against workplaces that won't hire.  And adopting dogs is always a splendid idea.  
   Just nice to know certain spirits have a Father that hears and answers.  So,  ask ur Father--He'll kick their butts.  God has a sense of humor. 

Cap/Turtle Wax

   CAP/TURTLE WAX

   Old Avengers.  Raygun Era.  Captain America (the coolest) waxing his 1776 shield and Captain Marvel makes the first flirt, in the New York snowstorm.  Nice.
   He hung out with Nomad, the roof-hopping Falcon in green before the wings,  Bucky, and Match-Head as a robot was there at times, in a way. 
   Talked to an angel today.  She's shy.  Just friendly chatter--I got couth, and most people have multiple identities Mr. Daity and Tonya Clan.  Oh well, told the allegorical angel I might get Snoopy or Huckleberry Hound on my arm.  She said:  "Don't forget the bird."
   It is Canary-Yellow, like unto an elf-birthing Goldfinch.

Rock and Roll Mothers

ROCK AND ROLL MOTHERS

   Don't worry, unless u r imbibing synthetic American Pie, drinking Saint Matthew's Kool-Aid in Franklin, or are a gnome dubbed Sabrina that gave an obedient woman poison.  You're dead Sabrina, allegorically.  

   He never made her money.  If his children's children hoard it, well--no more light in the Jack-O-Lantern, as if it was ever lit.  And I'll be Jack today.  He'll take my hits.  U know I can do it Rosie.

   Don't kill ur Mother.  Watch a Lifetime movie.   She'll get u from the Celestial Sphere, shielded by the Sublime Perimeter. 
   Damn, dogs luv 2 eat.  So, sisters, here's 2 ur futurity.  If ya fear and luv God--the babies are gorgeous, and hubby doesn't pester.  Theotokos, giver of Light--Glory to YOU! 

Green Hornet

GREEN HORNET

   Green Hornet, Buck Rogers minus Tweekie, the Shadow--u can listen 2 the archaic radio here and there--thanx Bubba Cheese. 
   Brother took me to see Baldwin's THE SHADOW, and I gobbled up a Big Mac, appreciating the secrets of secret sauce, and going heavy on the pepper.  Haven't seen a flick in years, but the new Chewbacca movie looks like a Lucas original. 
   I like rocks.  Not 70's pop-rocks mind ya, yet the Earth's minerals and Her treasures.  God builds a good planet.  God is good.  His Son said it first. 

Bertha

  
   BERTHA

   Recall Sheen in PLATOON writing to his Grandma.  Grandma's can luv ya more than mothers, because they know their daughters aren't always that bright and tend to marry freaky dudes.  In my hound dog opinion, a mere chien at times mind ya, I always trusted Big Bertha (Grandma)  more than Mom, cause that mean German didn't take shit, yet her heart of pure platinum drove her to feed the hobos and give them coffee.  It's okay to show the Eastwood wolf stare, and yet help out a sane bum down on his luck.  This is Bertha's way.  She always had her door open to love,  and Jesus never had to shake his spirited sandals off out front when exiting, as He instructed us to do.  He was a man of peace like Solomon, but fearing God means loving your own Temple too.  I didn't invent these things, so blame the Author of Life if you're crazy.  His name is Jesus.  And He's pretty much eternal, so the Book goes. 

End Times?

                       

   "End Times?"

   Good for Kanye.  Never even heard a song of his.  I've been doing the true family thing for seven years.  A Divine Seven that stand before the Throne of Him.  Not enough B-Vitamins?  Possibly just hallucinations.  Hell, Don Meredith never ingested a B-Vitamin.  Will it be a fight?  Mites, infestation, lack of historical knowledge.  We perish for lack of knowlegede--Old Testament, fruitcake Prophet.  Maybe Ezekiel on the River Chebar during his 30th birthday, and the disc with windows anchors down--was he smoking California synthetic?  Governor Brown's stash?  In 1992 I voted for Bush.  Hell, I'd been drinking his beer for years.  During the debate Clinton looked like he was gonna punch out Mr. California when a word was said about the Hog Governor's wife.  I swear I witnessed it, and Ross the Boss, crazy Texan, yet a patriot, and his elf-like genes are not connected to the Attorney General's gnome abuse of Liberty.   WTF comes from Alabama but a hatred of Neil Young?  That band got their name from the freaking gym coach.  How the hell can I be making this shit up?                                                   Oh well, stay tough rap genius.  They will test you.  And not all choose sides, or align to push back the inevitable.  If you call the Hebrews crazy--well, you're calling all the Abrahamic Religions crazy.   What are you going to do if the majority of people on Earth are correct?  Does it not all come from Abraham?  You'd better hope not.             Baseball is calming us down, just the frequency of old school.  Yeah, in no time was there ever peace--look at the Passion Kennedy endured.   What a great family.  They stood and died mortal deaths on their own, now living forever within American history.   Jack didn't take any crap.  Scrappy and stubborn Irish,  I guess so.  

Fire and Ice

   
   
   "Fire and Ice"
   
   The microcosmic world alludes to nasty; on the contrary, injest the salubrious truth of the High King; specifically, axiomatic energy.
   Jesus with:  "The Kingdom of Heaven is within you."
   A philospher might point:  "We are all Universes within the Multiverse."  Or maybe not.
   You are with me sister and sisters.  I see Him, strutting singularly through the underground, a grin of truth on His face--so golden.
   He knows that war should not brew where rebels can save.  Arm the rebels over yonder.  Save your energy for the Big time--and you be big, or camouflage it.
   Get hot.  Stay cold.  I always knew the Human Torch and Iceman were best friends--in a way.  Mr. Miyagi:  "Wax on; wax off."  Called him Daniel Son.  Daniel means:  "God is my judge."  No other!
   Always liked the Karate Kid.  Who knew Arnold from HAPPY DAYS fame was such a hero?  

Petite Soeur--je vous merci

   
   "Petite Soeur--je vous merci"
    
   Thanks for the heart; moreover, you look plenty like my Mom.  I know we're related.  Plenty give me that startled look.  I never gave that look to anybody but you--just thought you were a plain, little soul.  Hey, I'm listening.  You were at the front of the class.  I was at the back.  There's the lowly man loving torture, it making him stronger.  Not a sadist, mind ya.  I did the Star Wars personality test.  I'm Chewbacca.  Always knew I was just a dog--more or less.  Hey, they're loyal if not kicked or fed poison, which really pisses their Mother off.  Love ya Mom.
   Anyway, thanks for the help.  Hey, I've been kicked plenty--can you blame me for holding my fists up?  Even angels argue.  Michael is not like Gabriel, and nobody wants to mess with Uriel.  Be nice to him.  I could use my family.  I hope for my family.  Nobody ever told me.  Get in touch.
   A family member, damn Democrat, ya know--told me Trump would be nothing without his father's money.  Good for Trump's Dad for loving his son.  Told him:  "Don/Donald--you gotta be a killer."  Allegorically mind you.  
   Did David's wife not demand as the King froze to death that he pass the Crown to Solomon?  What, was he supposed to give it to a greedy schmo?  Parents have intentions for their children, never to be manipulated by the polluters.  I was the only one in my phony family that had the physiology to save my Mother's life.  To take her away from fear.  To chant:  "Joan of Arc!"  To remind her of Samson in the Talmud, setting the foxes' tails on fire and scattering them.  The Nazarene.  From the North like Jesus.  He had no Tribe.  Like John S. Mosby did in the civil War, Samson fought the Philistines in a renegade fashion.  It's not in the Bible.  Maybe Rome didn't want its people to know the whole truth.  Maybe they did.  It takes all kinds.
   And about Russia.  Nobody mentions why Putin puts up defenses.  Napoleon made the Russians burn down their own cities.  And the Germans slaughtered near 30 million during the War, yet nobody mentions that.  The Democrats put missiles all around their perimeter.  Nobody mentions that.  Good for them for protecting their people.  Good for Benji for standing up and mentioning the terrorism.  Should these people just lay down and die?  
   But Mark never went to school?  Why--they weren't teaching the good shit.  I didn't want to read Conrad--thirsted for the best.  James Joyce himself.  Proust.  Voltaire.  Blake.  All Russian literature.  Twain.  London.  Pynchon.  The fakes buy Pynchon's books, yet never read them.  How does that guy get a pay check?  Good for him.  And why tell me of Descartes when I sought Spinoza?  Why shove silly vampires in my face or slow motion zombies when I like werewolves?  The nice ones.  I'm talking art and history.
   Don't steal a man's soul and forge it into your personal brainwash, or he just might soulwash you.  Never can tell.  Love Jack Burton.  Carpenter and Lucas know things.  The wisest men in Hollywood.  And yet, nobody listens.  
   God Bless ya.  And sin no more.  Ya, I take my own advice too, when I'm not getting my ass kicked all day and night.  I'm still here sister.  This old man knows his place, mind ya.  And back-up would reap you eternal loyalty.  But I'm not carrying your water.  You know what I mean.