Craving the Lovebox

   
   "Craving the Lovebox"
   
   First of all:  I am a sincere ass; nevertheless, I know the toxic dangers of intercourse--with only a singular woman, mind you.  Having endured penile lacerations, permanent discoloration and slight mutation of the sought after phallic pipe, elephantitis of the nutsac; plus, the Klingon nag of cosmic crabs, which, according to my own Socratic observations by way of a magnifying glass I found in my Easter Basket one year, appear to mimic something you might hungrily order at the Red Lobster; as a result, I vomit to the day when taking in the antics of Spongebob's greedy employer.  
   
   It doesn't matter if she stalked me for a year without my attention, if she jumped naked into my third floor habitat-like window by way of a Home Depot ladder and into my adolescent bed--it was all my stupid ass fault.  I should have resisted harder, not having minded being called a "fag" by my motley circle of friends for never having had the desire to lay my pipe into her attractive sewage system.  

   --When all your best friends are sexing your quasi-girl--you should know about it, unless you're stupid.

   Never blame the forked-tongued reptile mentioned by the wisdom of the American Indian.  Don't slut shame.  Don't react.  These girls are empowered!  Women first.  For a woman never lies, cheats, does your best friend, becomes the Anti-Christ, or disguises herself as the victim.
   
   And all men paying child support are the genuine, biological fathers of these nomadic children.  A woman would never manifest a fib in order to get money.  DNA Testing should never be offered to men.  That would insult the value of a woman.
   
   And perhaps Oprah is right.  Pure sublimity to broadcast a show on girls lacking their clitoral sunshine due to the evils of Adam and wicked emasculation; next, have Lady Bobbitt on your symmetrical show and suck out the laughter concerning a man's permanent, sexual disfigurement. And I'm still an ass.
   
   Too, if a fancy dame treats her own, immaculate genitalia like a juicy joybox, maybe the guy should focus on a more cerebral piece of lass.  But that would get him mocked.  Of course . . .
   
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Notes: Ukraine HOTSPOT

   
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   "Notes:  Ukraine HOTSPOT"
   
   Joseph Conrad conquered me in the 1st Chapter, creating a self-loathing heart of darkness--too, a pseudo-autobiography of my own (Transcending Twilight); still, Ukraine, speak'n of Conrad's geographical-like birth; specifically, Europe should boldly unite, along with the cowboy philosophy of Uncle Sam.
   
   Love the humble mystics of Dosto(y)evsky, a touch of Pushkin's leg longings, and perhaps a tease of Tolstoy.  Nevertheless, we must have autonomy; if Russia does with humble/tuff nod cease; next, they will have even more autonomy.
  
   American President Obama & German Chancellor Merkel could ultimately heal the woes of the past, forging a fantastic friendship.  Oh well--who will get Manziel?

Ulcerative Colitis = Southern Blood

   
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   "Ulcerative Colitis = Southern Blood"
   
   All you ever hear is:  Crohn's Disease; moreover, while not to dismiss that crown of gastrointestinal misery--there is another:  ULCERATIVE COLITIS!
   
   Ulcerative Colitis affects the underground, in that it is not championed.  A miserable butt-like disease, where inflammation and ulceration of the large intestine produces blood loss, this chronic, sanguine circumstance spawning iron-deficiency anemia, and it seems that Wikipedia denies:  Blood Transfusions.  For, at 117 pounds of withered bone and shrinking flesh, having up to 20 bloody & painful bowel movements daily--they infused me after nearly losing half my blood, going in and out of consciousness, till the altruistic Emergency Room Physician got me hooked up to an I.V. of godly Ichor--or it was to me. 
  
  Imagine if you had inflammation in your mouth, making your oral cavity produce blood; plus, ulcers all over that inflamed tissue and also encompassing it in a savage nature.  Would that suck?  Now image the complications of having Ulcerative Colitis, I ask?  Hemorrhoids from chronic evacuation of the bowels; plus, the further ruination of a rectum.  Then, Psoriasis swimming around the tissue of the rectum, further adding monstrous agony.  This is me.  My Great-Grandmother having bitten the bullet due to some form of rectal cancer.  What a way to go.  Though bleeding to death can be romantic, carrying you off into unconsciousness, till deeper into the esoteric cavern of eternal death.  Though bleeding out of your butt is never romantic.
   
   So, why no love for Ulcerative Colitis?  Why is Crohn's Disease mentioned concerning the legality of Medical Cannabis Concepts, yet Ulcerative Colitis means nothing?  Is our suffering not real?  Or perhaps you never intended to pass the law, here in the Glamorous South, in the 1st place?
  
   Cannabis is an anti-inflammatory among having other sublime virtue.  That is enough to comfort the woes of a large intestine blooming with crimson inflammation.  Still, no medical cannabis in Tennessee.  So, some people go to the street; next, they get Mexican Dirt Weed or crap like that, offering not the organic and holistic properties of Western Pharmacies, where the cannabis is cultivated to have an intent and function of healing; plus, offering the mild narcotic bliss of perhaps a decent, 4 hours of futurity.  Regardless, when you forge a Medical Cannabis Idea--you include all conditions; otherwise, you offer smack to those in corporeal need.  Look, I adore the South--I know, partially, my William Faulkner.  Still, why do the Western States allow their people physical solace, yet the South refuses?  Moreover, cannabis use for recreation is even allowed in some Western States; as a result, the West has more Liberty/Freedom than the South--as it was, and still is, previous to the foolishly fought Civil War; we all know what Mark Twain meant after absorbing the prose of IVANHOE.  
   
   The Governor & Lt. Governor of Tennessee are so far into "supposedly" protecting the children and high-achieving, healthy people that they've forgot the downtrodden.  If I lived in Colorado or Washington, I could find a doctor armed with mercy under the architecture of magnanimous law.  
   
   Here, oh well; nonetheless, the sweet green foliage of Nashville/Franklin on a blissful summer day do display more dazzle and magnificence than most of the other American geography.  So, what to do?  Suffer.  Pray.  Give to your Church if they support mercy.  And maybe one day-- one red, white, & blue day . . .   

Green Eunuch: Origination (8)

   
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   ACT 8
   
   Patrick exited the suburbia of the Southern Baptist Deacon Lawrence, his step-father; next, with $300.00 dollars allowed from that charitable visit--he took the "Hound" to the Big Apple.  Curious, as if to . . .   On the bus--he wrote more notes.
   
   Patrick's notes:

Divine Justice System?
Spinoza spoke about it.
How will God not be fooled by the dragon?
The soul plugged into a vacuum-cleaning super-computer forged by the Celestial Hierarchy, or something.
No longer--Eve tricking men or liars able to fool their wives.
Blackmail gone.  People on tape, spilling their passion, yet not their fruits . . .
False body fluids left at crime scene or inserted into vaginal cavity by besmirching witches . . .
God will see all, and He will know all--
No longer will your secrets be contained.
Blessed are the Confessors--and all will submit to Divine Interrogation.
   
   

Green Eunuch: Origination (7)

   
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   ACT 7
   
   The "Hound" anchored itself in Music City.  Patrick heard the jingle and felt the quixotic dreams of the aspiring bards.  Next, dismissing the nostalgia of his old home, he thumbed his way to the suburban sprawl.  There, up towards the mini-mansion where he once resided, he was allowed entrance by his step-father, a once Southern Baptist Deacon keen on the Book of Revelation.  The twosome exchanged pleasantries; next, drink was offered, and Patrick contemplated the mysteries of humanity blinded by sour grapes.  The former Deacon, Lawrence, does most of the talk'n.     
   
LAWRENCE
Nobody knows the return of the King, for the cleansed Heavens wanna be crafty, like Odysseus constructing the Trojan Horse--or Christ offering up to be innocent like doves, yet cunning like serpents; still, we know the dragon's minions are here already.  And their job is to trick and fool humanity.  Some say the Pope in Rome; however, the Pope doesn't live in Rome--he lives in Vatican City.  And remember Christ speak'n to Peter, telling that good old boy that he will be the Rock, which of course Christ will build His Church upon--not Martin Luther--he was no Rock.  For two thousand years the Catholic Church has been the guardian of Christ, with failure, scandal, and yet, sublimity.  False prophets will come said Christ. Nevertheless, you will know them by their fruits.  Pope J.P. 2 wanted to be a barefoot Monk, rooted in the new Carmelite way of Saint John of the Cross suffering at the Inquisition.  That Spanish Mystic/Saint endured suffering from the Church itself; nevertheless, obeyed the commandments of Christ.  Truly, the Catholics converted more pagans in a single day than the Protestants in their entire, continually-splintering existence.  And remember Saint Paul begging us to mimic Christ--well, Christ loved and honored His Mother, but the Protestants don't.  They're suspicious, possibly envious of that relationship.  Christ was celibate when He offered His Blood and Body at the Last Supper.  Preachers are not celibate, forsaking Christ's Mother, yet adoring His Father; thus, we fall short a bit, offering only a cracker tainted by sexually-pulsating hands, unlike a Catholic Priest--if he keeps his vows.  And know Pope Francis' fruits.  Chose the name of a fool for Christ.  Saint Francis fought in the Crusades; next, returned humble, punishing himself towards a state of perfect celibacy in order to mimic Christ--even threw his naked body in thorn bushes after checking out a lady with firm, symmetrical breasts.  Martin Luther's failures proves he should have chosen another line of work, yet he chose rebellion against Peter's geological-foundation known and observed by the Christ Himself.  Like Siddhartha inheriting the Buddha after dismissing asceticism for the Middle Path--Martin Luther could not handle asceticism such as many of the Navy Seal-like Saints.  Pope Francis and J.P. 2, both alive in Christ, are hardcore ascetics.  Verily son--the Catholic Church is not the Whore of Babylon.  This is hogwash fanatically forged by way of green-eyed, highly sexual, capitalistic pseudo-evangelists--them all getting the knowledge of Christ from the Catholic Church, the Universal Church, which began the moment Christ died on the Cross.  And they mimic Him, knowing invocation to the Celestial Hierarchy is something Christ knew well, even telling Peter during His arrest that He could call upon a Legion of Angels if He had wanted, but nobody took His life, for He gave it freely.  Mel Gibson's art is awesome, yet hatred of the Hebrew people falls not in accordance with Christ, Him offering His life freely; thus, Jews are not Christ killers.  --Salvation comes from the Jews knows a holy man, if he knows the Gospels, and Jesus, Him being, always, a Jew Himself, from the genetically-crafted Hebrew flesh of Mother Mary.  Hence, do not be envious of others.  Was Paul envious of Peter?  But remember, when reading the Bible son--always go to the King James Version.  Ya gotta learn something from me.  Ha--it's good to see your shining face again Patrick, my son.  
   
   

Green Eunuch: Origination (6)

   
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   ACT 6

   Skipper exits the "Hound" @ North Tennessee.  Patrick smiles a jolly farewell; next, he takes out a notebook and jots down some notes as the diesel-smell-sound accelerates towards Music City, where Patrick will talk with an important man--A Southern Baptist Deacon keen on the Book of Revelation.
   
   Patrick's Notes:
   
Whore of Babylon--Aspects, Revelation, Chapter 17
"kings of the earth--she will fornicate with and drink with, inducing inflammation."  -I do have inflammatory bowel disease-
maybe Kennedy/Camelot = Marilyn Monroe, nah . . .
will she give std's?  Eve did me . . .
adorned in gold = rich or thief
many horns & heads = Freudian libido-like, genitalia thing?
Reptilians now--
find weakness and understand detection
reptiles are defensive, protecting themselves perpetually
reptiles have forked-tongues--American Indians call these types of people:  liars . . .
individually oriented--not necessarily socially isolated, loving to trick and fool
regeneration--anti-christ heals from a mortal head wound
too, they stink like armpits--maybe wear perfume and body lotion
still stupid you are Patrick
Old Testament:  "We perish for lack of knowledge."
axiom:  reptiles and whore of babylon already here 
when will Christ and Saint Michael emerge, clothed in unveiling the truth and offer protection?
   
   

Green Eunuch: Origination (5)

   
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   ACT 5
   
   Escaping Eve's diabolical taunting, the weird yet sublime Patrick made his way to a Kentucky bus station.  There, he used the charity of the Catholic Church and bought a bus ticket to Music City; specifically, Nashville.  Boarding the "Hound", he took a humble seat at the back of the bus, sitting next to an older man with a shimmering countenance.  The elegant individual said his name was Skipper; next, the twosome engaged in conversation, touching upon sports and religion.  Like this:
   
SKIPPER
Ya sir--no matter how smart u be--there's always bigger brains out dere.  Like all dem crime lab shows--all a thug gotta do is plant some other blood.  A nastee lady  might use another's bodily goo from a fella dat scorned her--then, say the one she hates dun rape her.  Physical evidence don't mean dat a soul was there.
PATRICK
Earth has been fooled since Eve, Mr. Skipper.  Reptiles are shape-shifting demons.  Both Genesis and Revelation speak of the serpent and the dragon--they've soiled our empirical, Socratic-like wisdom.  What we see is not always what is there.  Not to mention altering our genetic code--some even brainstorm that there is a reptilian aspect to the brain, go figure.
SKIPPER
Religion be truth.  Know dat stuff.  But some be evil.
PATRICK
Nothing against the sublimity of Protestants loving Christ--yet for almost 2 thousand years the Holy Catholic Church has been protecting the Life of Christ; next, it splinters away due to Martin Luther's lack of asceticism.  Now, it keeps splintering--more and more aspects of heretical exploration.  Some heretics say the Virgin Mary's mystical appearances are demonic, yet only a fool insults the Mother of God.  Even Tebow adores his mother--so how much more should we honor and adore Mother Mary?
SKIPPER
Luv me some Tebow.
PATRICK
Myself as well.  Pray he stays away from lewd and lascivious ladies.
SKIPPER
How ya getcha so wise boy?
PATRICK
I'm a fool; nonetheless, like the Hebrew People documenting everything, even driving Nietzsche to curiosity, mysticism happened for them due to surrender, which I hope to accomplish myself.  Legend says the Torah was offered to many cultures, yet all dismissed it.  Then, the Hebrews accepted, and God had His people.  Of every soul receiving mystical communication, no matter how fuzzy at times--the Jews get transmitted to best--because they adore God, and document His Divine Information.