Han Solo Kills Greedo (Original)

1985 Pontiac Firebird

   
   "1985 Pontiac Firebird"  
  
   Manufactured in various hues of sparkly colors, the Pontiac Firebird 5.0L TRANS AM is a kinda resurrection of the 1960-styled days of American Muscle, when 8-cylinders ruled the asphalt ballet, and America never did engineer Big Block Highway, though this bird is not a big block; however, still armed with plenty of punch and Phoenix-rising power.  Here are some stats and specs:
   
305 cubic inches.

Horses:  205.

Torque (force that causes rotation):  269 lb-ft.

5 speed manual.

Quarter Mile Sprint:  15 seconds @ 87 mph.

Top Speed:  127 mph.  

The Skunk (7)

   
   "The Skunk (7)"
   
   Stinky had pissed on a perverted thug, the non-humble hooligan not owning his closeted porn collection of BARELY LEGAL/YOUNG TAIL magazines; plus, deceiving his little sister's Asperger's (AS) as it gave the overly-gregarious goon pleasure in torturing the timid; next, the Skunk spoke of bad fruit and good fruit, of strangers to be sent away by a supposedly progressive Christ, a Savior made historically false by misinformation, and quoted the KJV, though it lacked the Apocrypha, stating:  "Enter ye in at the strait gate:  for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there which go in thereat:  Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and there be few that find it."
   The Skunk threw not the first stone, but rebuked a brother as commanded, able to forgive if repentance was offered, as again was commanded, but pride thieves them from repentance, and they take days off of school for funerals, when they were never there for the deceased in times of enduring demonic duress during their days.
   Stinky wasn't sanctimonious like the shape-shifting Al Gore, who upon winning the Nobel Prize got Clinton jealous, having once called Arafat on the phone, saying:  "You son of a bitch--you cost me the Nobel Peace Prize."  
   Stinky was just in harmonious tune with the vibrant value of velocity, heading Northwards, and going to an underground war as had Saint Michael, Joan of Arc hearing his call to do the same, not out of being bloodthirsty, but because she ultimately paid attention to a cognizant conscience calling her to correct the errors of man, though fiery and wholesome, which the proud and arrogant loathe, downloading porn for persuasion, and never able to erase those images sown upon a delinquent brain pattern, unless through mortification of the senses, as was given unto King George by way of a penetrating physician.  
   Next, Stinky went back to TACO BELL, making some cheese dip. 

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The Skunk (6)

   
   "The Skunk (6)"
   
   Stinky, as commanded by his Native American heritage, always gave an ear to the mysterious underground.  He knew, not to judge, but before going to sleep, remind himself of everything he had done and experienced that day, knowing no scenario of "chance" exists; moreover, to own the reflections of the day, letting them steer himself more introspective.  He couldn't help but feel Blake's words thunder through him concerning the poet's favorite quote of Christ:  "I came not to bring peace, but a sword."
   Stinky had no intention of manifesting the Skunk Totem, thrusting his vigilante-styled actions upon the injustice and deceivers of the world--they had made him this stinky weapon; specifically, they had forged him into a living metaphor for peace and justice kissing, both of these things mentioned in Old and New Testament alike.  Wax on; wax off.  Can wax brilliant, can wane dim; however, waning can mean the end of negativity, while waxing can mean the beginning of entropy; however, it can be reversed when needed by a hunting pack of dog-like loyalists walking the Red Road.
   So, Stinky put on the armor of God, making himself as white as snow, with the blackness around, absorbing evil, and the Skunk went out to hunt some thugs, knowing it was not their fault, them controlled and manipulated, but he would God-piss the demons out of them.   

The Skunk (5)

   
   "The Skunk (5)"
    
   Stinky was in good counsel with his Christian shinobi, a master of all the defensive arts for the poor and oppressed.  The shinobi reminded him of the devil using Scripture to tempt and trick the Christ, and as Stinky told his Priest yesterday:  "Man lives not on bread alone, but on every word breathed from the mouth of God."
   The devil is a master of Scripture.  People say they live by the Golden Rule, when they clearly do not.  People say turn the other cheek, making the Lord into a wussy.  Covering up history, putting the trident in the devil's hands, when Christ clearly explains He will separate the wheat from the chaff with the pitchfork.  And Martin Luther, armed with flatulence and bologna, basing his BS on a singular verse, when in Truth--it's the entire enchilada. 
   "What have you learned today?"  The shinobi asked Stinky.
   Stinky responded with King David's mystic words:  "Bless the Lord O my soul, and all that is within me--bless His Holy Name."    
   BTW:  The words of Mary and Christ are mostly Old Testament references; moreover, the New Wine gets even bolder.  

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