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Tom Bosley as a Priest

   
   "Tom Bosley as a Priest"
   
   Fonzie is the Lone Ranger, and Richie is Tonto, as it goes, weirdly.  The Father Dowling Mysteries is a series of books and television shows that highlight a man wearing the Roman Collar and unearthing nefarious mysteries, always solved by the Parish of Chicago; specifically, Saint Michael's.
   Sister Stephanie is always there, as women should be, having higher empathy and super-mundane levels of intelligent intuition, unless armed with a cottage cheese buttocks, their pineal glands calcified by complex carbohydrates.  Women are not dogs and fat slobs--just controlled by a lust for HUNGRY.
   So, seek the man in the white hat, for he will only shoot your handful of sins, allowing you forgiveness, simply rebuking you, before bloodshed truly begins.  Christ was no wussy, but the Son of David, armed with an enjoyment for life's decency, as was His best pal, Saint John the Eagle, listening to the Sacred Heart, yet we all run like the ROCK (Saint Peter), when we should only be exiled and write our revelations.  
   All is sacred; nothing is sacred.  Learn the lessons, say your best ACT OF CONTRITION, and blast off to God, unless you do not resist not, which offers only your own rejection save justified by TRUTH.  

Fox Biddable (14)--fox, eagle, & mongoose

   
   "Fox Biddable (14)--fox, eagle, & mongoose"
   
The threesome had become great friends,
All armed with benevolent love towards each other, and a bubble around their gel till the end
And beyond, for they were singing the gregarious and loyal geese song,
Them flying in a V, and halting flight when one got sick or wended wrong;
Indeed, families should not be the adversary of each other,
And at the top should be crowned a merciful mother;
Plus, a strong patriarch following her intuition and meek lead,
Like riding on a white horse's galloping, good deed
Towards the black hats that cause mischief and strife,
Always wanting to iniquitously initiate a fight,
Not caring for the poor in spirit as commanded by Christ,
Turning their back on the sick to save their own life,
But even Saint Roch found time to retreat from the plague;
Still, a holy hound did with healing licks save,
Though greater love hath no soul than to lay his life down for a friend,
And Healing Eagle, Jenny McGee, and Clovis Bloom were intertwined till the end,
Putting all spats of envy, greed, and cruelty behind,
Only wishing love and darling stars to be in a linear line, which can never be taxed or declined,
Yet there are bad hombres everywhere,
Wearing a demon's mask--getting off on despair;
Next, a prophet or cowboy comes along,
Singing Roy Rogers' croon, which is a healing love song,
Or a punch in the face after having turned two cheeks,
Running out of countenance, and using his fists to strike the beasts,
Yet where have all the cool Indians and Cowboys gone,
And now we're left with moles and goblins doing Adamkind wrong--
Oh well, 
That's why God crafted hell.  

Fox Biddable (13)--Moses and the serpent

    
   "Fox Biddable (13)--Moses and the serpemt"
   
   Clovis Bloom knew of the powers concerning the super-mundane Staffs of God, wielded diligently by Moses and his older, Levite brother, him wearing topaz on his breastplate.  Moses' snake consumed Pharaoh's, and is medicamental concerning weight--the weight of patience and consumption, devouring the lesser adder, for ALL is manipulated by the Author of Life's mystical mystery--Christ speaking in parables so they have not the chosen's information.
   Clovis prayed for his adversaries to love the true Law, which gives life, and though not Benjamin's ravenous wolf, he was the mongoose, similar save size, but size and numbers do not matter, as we learned in Vietnam, now aware of Sun Tzu.  
   If you send out a cursing serpent, God forgives, offers boils and all the rest; next, consumes you if you do not submit to the Pentateuch.  It's all Greek to me, but even as the Alpha and the Omega, time being relative, Christ preserves the just.  We must suffer before knowing true love.  And Clovis was terrorized by those encompassing him like bees, his tongue glued to the top of his mouth, but crying out to the Lord in honesty; indeed, he would make friends of the chosen.
   Jenny McGee would be that friend, and the true Native of America, Healing Eagle, would be the bridge to the Great Spirit, a Grandfather as strong as love's uncanny steel.  

Thanks to Saint Joan of Arc

   
   "Thanks to Saint Joan of Arc"
   
Dear Patron Saint,
Thank you for accompanying me throughout the day, and in the work that I did.  Thank you also for your guidance and counsel.  Please help me listen to God and to you, dear Saint, that I may do what I am called to do.  Please intercede on my behalf and beg God to take all my faults and turn them into virtues.  I thank you for all you have done for me, and all the things you have interceded for on my behalf.  Please continue to pray for me and for all the souls who need it.

St. Joan of Arc, Pray for us.

Amen.

Written by Andrea Rau 

Fox Biddable (12)--giant & mongoose

   
   "Fox Biddable (12)--giant & mongoose"
   
   After a super, splendid night chatting it up with Jenny McGee's foxy fabulous, and bowing humbly to Healing Eagle, Clovis Bloom went home, took his pills and vitamins, drank a hot glass of lemongrass tea and fell into slumber.  He awoke, not having REM sleep, though knowing a giant had come to him from a foreign dimension during sleep and planted a robotic bug in his nasal cavity; thus, when Clovis awoke, he invoked the Virgin Mary and Saint Joseph for their parental protection; next, went to see his shrink, the man highly intelligent, but believing Jung's bullshit on flying saucers.
   As the twosome sat across from one another, Clovis not laying on the couch behind the shrink, though the man was a Freudian--to the bone. 
   Clovis told him about how they've been here since Saint Michael drove them to the Earth, and that they have been in a nefarious gel with societies since the conception of human consciousness, often coming in your dreams, which is you remembering the interaction, for as the Psalmist and Christ knew--we are gods, and the best karate is inside of us, unless we're distracted by idol worship like money, careerism or how our neighbor's breasts might feel, and if she's a C or D cup; moreover, Clovis told him that a fallen angel that appeared as a nasty giant put a probe in him, working alongside the shadow government.  The shrink probed as well:  "Still on the anti-psychotics?"
   Clovis was like:  "Hell ya, but it's not like I'm pissed or anything.  They're supposed to try and kill me, for that's their job.  But Jesus puts the pitchfork up their ass in the end--so, I'm fine.  I'm too stupid to have anxiety.  Confucius knows that an ignorant man is far more dangerous than an educated man; plus, I am the mongoose."
   The shrink asked:  "The mongoose?"
   "Yeah, it's better to be hated than phony.  You love danger and kill venomous animals."  Clovis blurted.
   The shrink with:  "How's reality, you crank?"
   Clovis, not offended, responded:  "I met a girl last night, and she's a fox."
   The shrink rubbed his forehead, mumbling:  "My Dad always told me to be a pediatrician." 

Fox Biddable (11)

   
   "Fox Biddable (11)"
   
   Clovis Bloom was reluctantly lounging at the bowling alley, drinking COKE until his teeth hurt, and admiring the suave countenance of short-haired Jenny McGee, her locked in mystic dialogue with an obvious Native of true America.  Clovis had telepathy, of sorts, knowing--you shall know them by their fruits; moreover, he picked up what Jenny and the beautiful Red Man were sincerely and totally discussing--the nature of identity; specifically, the rise of the weak--God choosing the last to be first--King David mocked as a Shepherd boy while his older brothers thrived in more pseudo-prominent areas; thus, Clovis Bloom knew Jenny McGee to have found herself; as a result, he decided to introduce himself, putting aside his COKE and cautiously sauntering towards Jenny's direction, having great reverence for the true Native of America, and the sublime spirit within him.

CLOVIS
Taps Jenny lightly on the shoulder, but not before giving eye contact to Healing Eagle and extending a hand that was calmly shaken.  I couldn't help but notice that you're a blooming lady, seemingly without the protection of a lover.

HEALING EAGLE
Jenny--listen to this one.  Exits.

JENNY
Well--I guess you can sit down, cowboy.

CLOVIS
Sits.  I am welcome for your gracious acceptance, and am curious as to the possibilities of your futurity.

JENNY
What do you mean?

CLOVIS
Does it include me.  Realize . . .

JENNY
Focused upon all possibilities.  Never say never again.  I guess some guys aren't scum.

CLOVIS
Woman on top.  I know the Queen of Hearts well.  A man must break his sorry ass to admire and give everything to a fine woman.  For while men are generally better than women--a divine woman is worth more than a myriad of men.

JENNY
I think I like you.

   They both smiled into the possibilities of each other--both separate Universes within the Multiverse.