Frankie Muniz Needs A Holy Vice

   
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   Frankie Muniz, the young and handsome actor from "Malcolm in the Middle" has reportedly suffered his 2nd Mini Stroke, yet his cerebral capacity seems undiminished; at any rate, he's always so imperatively bold that:  He never smoked, used drugs, or had a sip of alcohol!  Maybe that's his problem.
    The Old Testament clearly displays King David and his wise son Solomon as great importers of alien vegetation and grape into the Holy Land; specifically, King David Psalms:  "Wine to make man's heart happy, and herb for the service of man."  Furthermore, Solomon used certain substances for mystical incantations, and begged for the downtrodden to drink wine, an alcoholic substance that Christ Himself, (A God of Wine) much like Dionysus, crafted from pure water in His first recorded miracle at the wedding in the Gospel of John; nevertheless, Christian morality has been deceived by the Prince of this World--the Adder himself.
   A plant based diet is healthy.  Cannabis is an anti-oxidant, anti-inflammatory, and performance enhancer--even Wikipedia wisely trumpets its medical properties for Inflammatory Bowel Disease like Ulcerative Colitis-- something I've anguished over for almost 20 years, suffering from sincere anal and stomach pain, chronic, bloody bowel movements (up to 20 daily), Iron Deficiency Anemia, severe weight loss, and a number of other melancholy effects, having needed blood transfusions, steroids, pain killers, and I.V. Medicine for years--the only cure being removal of my complete, large intestine; still, if I tried to purchase cannabis for its medical properties, the authorities in Tennessee would incarcerate me, and I'd be sodomized, pay probation fees, and give more money over to the government for court costs--yeah, it smells like Freedom and Liberty in America.  The politicians don't care that I suffer lack of cannabis.
   Benign narcotics are not insidious or malevolent creations.  Neither is tobacco, which also puts Inflammatory Bowel Disease into remission; plus, my Grandmother smoked 3 packs for nearly 70 years, living to nearly 88, and never had heart disease or cancer--it's not physiological axiomatic that smoking will kill you; still, best to use in moderation.  And that's the problem.  If people would be responsible and use in moderation; next, these sublime plants could serve their Earthly purpose and offer true solace to the users.  Ingestion of herb does not make one evil.  Still, the American Government will lock you up and sodomize you for it because it offers a hint of euphoria and philosophically expands a soul's comprehension of the grand scheme.  I'm not saying do drugs.  I'm saying:  If used in moderation, benign narcotics, tobacco, and alcohol are not a death sentence.  If we were taught CONTROL; then, we could profit physiologically from these substances.  Life in itself is a Death Sentence.  We are born--food for the Earth, until the "convergence" when man gels with machine, the Genetic Revolution, us becoming bio-mechanical immortals.  The gods we are that King David spoke of.
   Sex is totally more corrupt and deadly than drugs if not used in moderation--if not used simply for PLAY between two people in love with each other; next, sex spawns:  War, Orgies, Rape, Murder, Envy, Disease, Divorce, etc.,  Still, sex is legal, and if used properly--is a beautiful thing.  We demonize drugs for a plethora of reasons.  And yes, people abuse it, playing video games all day and wasting their lives; nonetheless, people like Carl Sagan forged linguistic art, Kerouac penned epic odes, Poe too, and the need for it medically should never be infringed by the Federal Government--that is a crime itself.

Green Eunuch (Part 16) The Mystic Grid

   
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Virgin Mary--volcanic ensemble of cowgirl fury
Merged with Saint Francis' contempt for an evil wolf furry
Storm Hel's lascivious lair with non-edged weapons and azure-hued lasers--
Mary and Francis stunning demons and reptilians armed with devilish favors;
Next, Francis keenly observes Gubbio bleeding on a wicked altar,
Quicksilvering his Saintliness with dexterity that doesn't his coolness alter,
Healing his pet with a friendly stigmata-like soothe;
Then Fenrir's ferocity leaps at him, changing the Saint's punctured, benevolent attitude
While Hel and Mary square off with fierce intent,
Hel throwing Coburn-esque daggers, yet Mary's blue lasers morph them bent,
And the cruel steel flops to the lair's slithery floor--
There, Hel then pukes like a vagina discharging infected galore;
Meanwhile, Skunkfire falls, lost to crippling visions,
Yet is protected by the Holy Ghost from Hel's oncoming minions,
For the Eunuch sees:
Adam and Eve's
Genetic, anthropological axioms for all of us,
Giving DESTINY, though minor disturbances do profanely cuss
At the Holy Script crafted on God's Good Grid--
Making existentialism impossible to close a soul's personal craving-like lid,
Yet God can be copied or plagiarized by minor gods,
And only Mani's Angelic Twin-ship "knowledge" offers insightful cause
Into the cosmic, and beyond, understanding Earth's yesterday invasion--
They're already here, forcing labor, sex, and weaning out the asymmetrical nation,
Maliciously editing God's Holy Grid and Script,
Not minding that of Terra the Devil is a Prince, and he loves to trick;
Still, the Holy Ghost whispers in Skunkfire's ear
Something about CONTROL, which he fears to hear:
   We are all vehicles sculpted by the passengers who wish to manipulate us--this way or thataway do they steer us, all according to their own immortal lusts!

Green Eunuch (Part 15) Pope Francis: Beyond Yet United Pantheism

   
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Hel throned upon salacious squish of dead bones rattling,
Greeted by Fenrir's wicked saunter into her chamber echoing
Of dead and alive--like Zombie Land--
Fenrir's gory mouth full of Gubbio; next, he drops the canine body at Hel's command!
She smirks over the wounded wolf, glimpsing his blood-smeared fur,
Knowing the 2 Saints will be hurt, and the Eunuch pissed at her.
   
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Francis felt a disturbance in his soul's eye,
For the transfigured, human brain used fully is like a telepathic spy;
Moreover, Mary too knew that it was time for righteous war--
A last resort, yet done for LOVE and its sublime core;
Furthermore, Skunkfire burned the Biblical Herb and exhaled mystic peace,
Knowing via Pope Francis--every soul is within the Good God's Reach,
A super-connection--all of us are--
A pattern of digits and lines sculpted by the Grand Artist--Him, the Ultimate Star,
And upon that pattern--like coils in a super computer,
Life is a pantheistic forge of all animal, Saint, devil, god, or looter--
Whatever--we are all Super-Stringed together,
The Multiverse a pattern on God's screen-saving sweater,
Him knitting it for the Yuletide Season,
Even having gay apparel for no sentient yet still decent reason--
Christ knowing all of this as the Gospels do display,
Him telling the Adder:  "Not sex, fame, money, nor bread alone, but every Word My Father does say."
The Messiah wise to our being penned and given perpetual form,
Genetically crafted to execute, whether working in hospice or porn;
Thus, love your neighbor as yourself;
The Living deserve respect, and truth is a book on death's shelf
Might Voltaire in his awesome atheism say,
Him like all of us--spawned by God's life-creating clay,
Formed forever in His eclectic collection,
Laughing, killing, thirsting, satisfying in every created direction--
All the best that souls can hope to do
Is love the luminosity of Liberty, which runs free and true,
For the Author of Life is scripting Our Tales
Beyond the Borders of the Multiverse, where true clarity prevails . . .

Green Eunuch (Part 14) Holy Ghost Infusion

   
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   FOURTEEN:
   
Gubbio loose, sniffing on paw pads to piss,
Knowing his master (Saint Francis) wouldn't miss
A little stray to mark some territory,
Discharging a yellow stream that was from drinking liquid's story;
Alas, he noticed the scent of another canine--
Though not a Christ lover, but an insidious god that wished to malign--
And Gubbio saw Fenrir's approaching hate;
Next, pissed more brilliance--a urinary, phobic mistake,
Thinking:  "Oh shit!"  Yet he hated the foul in his mouth,
For the Prophets of Old don't cuss like Americans living in the Dirty South.
   
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Skunkfire outside the warehouse where the Eternal Virgin and Francis did chat--
The Eunuch pondering an axiomatic fact
That is:  Suicide is not an unforgivable sin
If the director of your intentions projects unearthly sorrow--the Devil steering your fin,
For there are worse things than a sanguine death,
Like living a lie without having holy breath;
Moreover, the only unforgivable sin is against the Holy Ghost
And not submitting to THAT Aspect of God, which drives souls most
To excellence; indeed, the Holy Ghost's infusion offers the apex of eternity,
Yet mercy and sacrifice are needed for forever liberty;
Specifically, being infused by the Holy Ghost
Means turning your back on the things you crave most
Like beauty, sex, and admiration
From giving copulation or getting physical elation,
For eternal life can be twice as nice
If submission to God is your favorite spice;
Next, wipe clean all desire and passion;
Then, the Holy Ghost enters, morphing a soul into mystic fashion,
Adorning them with a perpetual friend,
Which is the Holy Family, a Godly lend
Of His adoration of your acquiesce;
Thus, be potent enough to submit and confess,
Killing your cravings for sensual glee
Since that thieves away you from being forever free . . . 

Norse goddess Hel (Crayon Art)

   
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   The Nordic Countries have a vibrant, elegant mythology--perhaps axiomatic in many ways.  The goddess Hel is portrayed as a villain in my ongoing, theological Blog:  GREEN EUNUCH.  Here is my 1st Grader-like portrait of something too beautiful to draw save for a REAL artistic (visually/not linguistic) genius--trust me:  My words usurp my 1st Grade Crayon Art; nonetheless, I have to try--here's Hel: 
   
   

Green Eunuch (Part 13) "Evil Prayers"

   
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The Nordic goddess Hel and her wolf-like brother (Fenrir) were a bit perplexed,
Not knowing why the 2 Saints and Eunuch weren't demonically hexed;
Specifically, they had not shown up for battle,
Camouflaging themselves like on a galloping horse a saddle,
Gelling with the beasts of Ooba
Though obviously alive, well, and as dangerous as a sea-dwelling barracuda;
As a result, Hel commanded Fenrir to sniff them out--
To bring at least one back, dead or alive, in his canine snout,
Yet Hel made a common mystical mistake,
Thinking "prayers" to God, the gods, or the fallen gods might wake
A birth of their dreamed intent and desire,
But to pray for a soul who wants to be higher
While indeed they may want to fly low
Causes strife and confusion--like the Adder does know;
Alas, even a prayer with sublime intention
Can confuse or lobotomize a man who desires another direction--
So to pray for your son not to be gay,
May drive him to suicide in order to chase the spiritual confusion away;
Regardless, Hel was not wise enough to grasp the error of prayer,
Believing Fenrir's "prayed-for" adventure would bring her opponents into a wicked snare . . .

Virgin Mary/Jill Hennessy (Crayon Art)

   
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   A Crayon Pic of the Queen of Angels (Virgin Mary) based on a Jill Hennessy photo--the actress/singer could play the inviolate Mother of God in a movie, totally.  Of course, this pic is associated with my ongoing, theological Blog:  GREEN EUNUCH--the tale of the Virgin Mary, Saint Francis and his pet wolf Gubbio; plus, Skunkfire, the Green Eunuch himself, a bio-mechanical, transfigured soul.  So, here's the pic: