Pink Moon--April, 2016

   
   "Pink Moon--April, 2016"
   
   The Full Moon in Scorpio?  Possibly.  Check the physics of balance in your life; she is far from Terra's spherical nature, yet still glimmers with glistening gleam, and can light the path for true Lycanthropy--if it's not the kind that gets you locked up in the county pokey.
   Furthermore, a scorpion, a terrestrial arachnid, most varieties anyway, can influence their toxic sting, putting as much or as little as they need into you to defeat an adversary or get an easy, naked lunch.  Like a hungry, greasy man eating a cheeseburger with loads of Miracle Whip--him easily imbibing the dead cow and carbohydrate monster, even with a kosher pickle in a caveman way; still, he could rather munch elegantly, digesting with proper delicacy and consuming ease.
   So, remember to balance positivewaaaays.  The werewolf is not modern Urban Fantasy.  Sex hungry, carnivorous for human flesh, and just plain nasty.  No, the Native American Totems show the Wolf as loyal, friendly, and yet suspicious.  But can you blame him?  And without the Wolf to control the prancing animals; next, all the foliage is eaten and perishes without the benefit of Canis lupus; then, there is nothing but boring Mafia-like Vampire stories to be read for the eager adolescent to transcend his lonely high school days.   
   So take in the far away Moon, appearing still strong lately.  And possibly, you too will feel the power of a loyal dog, anointed by an aspect of the Heavens themselves.   

Jesus and the Cadillac

   
   "Jesus and the Cadillac"
    
   My Pap told me this in the late 1980's--the joke taking place approximately in the early 1960's, something he heard along the work line, when Dobie Gillis was All the Rage, driving coal trucks and pumping the brakes, my Pap.  It went like this, BTW, he was a Pittsburgh man, born and bred; anyway, here goes:
   After the strategic art of mystic Mass, a Priest finds a Lady's purse; next, looks through the purse to make a noble attempt to identify her.   Finds a driver's license and a pack of cigarettes.  He calls her; moreover, tells her about her lost treasure, and she wends her way to the Catholic Church to pick up her precious materials.
   When she arrives, the Priest gives the Lady a classy but sanctimonious look, saying:  "You know, the Virgin Mary never smoked."
   She took the purse with a firm grip; then, hotly yet humbly retorted:  "And Jesus Christ never drove a Cadillac."
   Yup, that was from a Serbian Pap, back in the Virginia days.   

STAR WARS - OBI WAN AND JANGO FETT TALK

Existence Womb (100)

   
   "Existence Womb (100)"
   
   In another dimension maybe, a singular spot on the Multiversal wax of many things wends the weird of the Chief, but that's how he got through life--by being bizarre.  He was frazzled and yet heroic.
   Regardless, that spot, Miriam and Buck in luminous lovemake, for the sake of reproduction, at least--I'll give them people that.  Both touched by the Holy Spirit.  Conceiving and bringing forth the fruit of life.  
   The fruit of Miriam's womb--the womb:  so much like life, feeding us our eternal aspects, forging them now on this field of play.  Buck knew a secret:  The Holy Ghost adored football, as a blonde cheerleader, so cheesy and old-fashioned America, where no pearls and pumps haunt with the evil beaver nowadays.
   So, the synergy of them in a muscle car.  Playing like a coyote and a wolf, till the fabric of freedom is woven, by that female entity, the spider, saving King David from treacherous follow.
   It is all together.  These people were not defeatists.  They just looked that way.  So depraved and desperate, feeling the anguish of death upon them all the clicking time.  Thus, they talked to dogs.   
   

Existence Womb (99)

   
   "Existence Womb (99)"
   
   They had a MAC-10 on Dr. Luke--an antiquated weapon, possibly crafted in 1964, though time too can be relative, and Dr. Luke, the good physician, succumbed to the "eating lead" of it all.
   He got this letter in a padded cell, for his posterity; moreover, his protection--even though he was a threat to the government's underground machine, he was a leaking-genius for them.  So goes:
   
   A needle through the hymen; next, cut from the belly--a virgin birth.  Your daughter to be the true ONE.  The ONE to give birth to the Celestial Child, a male, that could be injected by our super-science means.  A half-breed.  A Hybrid.  A Man in Black beyond the normality of the weirdness that it admits.  Yup, Dr. Luke, you can have it all.  A Grandchild that is a demigod of science.  
   
                                                                                 . . .  Your Friends In The Black . . .

Existence Womb (98)

   
   "Existence Womb (98)"
   
   Buck was under heavy fire from over-sized craniums; regardless, he dodged and ducked with telepathic agility, remembering Thursday, from the Rosary, the Luminous Mysteries, and the Proclamation of the Kingdom, knowing:  "He who will not accept the Kingdom of Heaven as a little child will not enter it."
   Buck didn't know if he was correct in his holy meditation; next, split an over-sized cranium in half by a cerebral-forged wolf howl.  He would rescue Miriam's Dad, the physician, Dr. Luke.  
   
* * * * * * *

   Miriam was in the fuchsia-hued Boss 429, surmising that Buck went to the Florida swamps, where the government was conducting craziness, and her Dad was involved; thus, she floored her instincts in that specific direction.   

Existence Womb (97)

   
   "Existence Womb (97)"
   
Buck was covert operations and all that camouflaged crap,
Hid in the sweaty Florida swamps, fanged for the passionate attack;
Specifically, he was "wolfed-out" in all of the ancient canine's galore,
Ready to rescue Dr. Luke--enforce the good physician to intently score
A recognition of love for his forgotten daughter,
Never offering her up as the virginal lamb to the government's spookish slaughter,
Yet Buck perceived that there were alien grays on pretentious patrol;
However, they could not Godsmack his dog-like telepathy into their crystal skull,
For the incredible wolf was loyal, though suspicious, but always a friend,
Only thinking conspiracy concerning a copperhead's venomous overextend.