Not this ship, sister

   Not this ship, sister

   Sorry for technical glitches lately--authoring like a college grad.  No semi-colons, conjunctuve adverbs, transitional phrases, replacements for coordinating conjunctions, and seeming mistakes, etc., --there's an actual list all u Scotti-too-hottie types.  Well, at least Jimmy's wife likes u more than him, possibly.
   So, tracked and wacked phone is all I got, no more super-symmetry out here in the Bush with the Crocodile Dundee people--lovely ladies. 
   House of Gold goes the Litany of a Mom. Nice women that don't try to make u gravitate, yet copper wire runs both ways.  U can basically put a picture of Snoopy in one end and it will travel to the other--get the gist of it minus blood people.  They're attempting to feed its high conductivity, yet ur new friend is not so nice.  Like the phony physicians who after having fed my Mother all the paralyzing anti-psychotics get a free steak dinner every month from the drug companies.  I asked my doctor if ginkgo or green tea did anything, as a test before metaphorically calling Orson Welles. 
He's like:  Nope.  Bub, even a simple picture of blue on paper can be measured on levels of frequency, so get over rocks being for jocks, when minerals charge water and the body is basically electricity.
   King David found him when he cried in Psalms about "where are the brave?"
   His name is Jesus Christ.  Don't do it Jesus--u can hear Mary say with that Motherly look in Her eyes.  He knew He could.  So He pissed off a lot of people and didn't make his wife clean toilets.  The Author of Life was no so-called social activist Bubba.  My Mother kept her mouth shut and it got her killed even faster. 
   I came not to bring peace, but a sword.  Thank God for Blake's phony mental illness. A mere tradesman, spit on by the elite.  And he would not give up his God, perishing an impoverished old man.