Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Fox Biddable (19)
"Fox Biddable (19)"
Clovis Bloom was totally in love with the garnet green eyes of Jenny McGee; moreover, the rest of her entire, angelically-crafted soul--the inside and out; however, he had a dubious dilemma; thus, the reason for him always at the shrink.
When he was an adolescent, around the age of sixteen, he was at his first girlfriend's house, and the filthy pig was making a salami sandwich in her messy kitchen--so Clovis went to investigate the rest of the sloppy house. He accidentally stumbled upon a heap of dirty clothes on the staircase; next, he spotted a pair of her pink panties, and he got exited. Every teenage boy wants to smell a pair of panties. So, he picked them up, unfolded them, and went in for the sniff, but upon looking within the panties, he saw a big poop stain that reeked within; as a result, he jumped back, dropping the panties, and made a mercurial exodus from the house. He is still a virgin to the day, and is approaching his forty-fifth birthday.
But he knew Jenny McGee would have clean panties, without the skid marks. He just sincerely knew it. Believe it and thy laundry shall be done--Christ kinda/sorta said.
Fox Biddable (18)
"Fox Biddable (18)"
As the March Winds blew in their directed direction, Healing Eagle puffed away on the peace pipe loaded with organic tobacco, homegrown, making sure the tobacco companies didn't spike his smoke with pernicious ingredients. He inhaled deeply, holding it in his internal cavities as long as he could, praying, though unlike a babbling pagan, and passed out; next, awoke to the Great Spirit's answer.
Indeed, his sister, Black Snake, had made a jester-like Judas out of the Chief, conning the foul fool into sending his meek mother away to a nefarious nursing home, while he (Healing Eagle) had kept her in a worthier state of health than any typhlotic physician could. It was bad enough that his father had been thieved away by the white woman, whose cruel countenance was sickly smeared in the after-effects of wrongdoing rhinoplasty, but now his merciful matriarch was in the non-holistic hands of ruthless ruffians drinking Kool-Aid, the same non-native people who soul-washed much of his heritage, thinking slavery outshines genocide, but he would not drink of that preposterous poison, especially when you can't resurrect the dead under ordinary circumstances, though Israel has the highest rate of resurrection, but the Warriors of the North, like Tecumseh Sherman, unloosed a nation, sacrificing myriads of their own blood--and they are venomously spit on by antagonizing adders.
So, the Great Spirit told Healing Eagle to have another puff of the neuroprotective tobacco, and he did so; moreover, softly smiled without wicked agitation into his sister's sinister soul, knowing: the Blood is the Life, as mentioned by Christ, and that her blood was full of the rhesus monkey spirit, while he was chosen, and that if she did not become a blood sister unto Christ; next, she would be a slaughtered goat on the left of the Messiah's mighty intentions.
Indeed, some candles were lit before the architecture of time itself, resisting not the darkness, for that is when light does fuse, and two become one.
Monday, March 13, 2017
Fox Biddable (17)
"Fox Biddable (17)"
Clovis and Healing Eagle had begun hanging out, for Clovis had innocently dated Jenny McGee a few times, yet had hushed his mouth concerning his mystical encounters, though Healing Eagle sensed that he too was facing his own abuse--the scrappy, little mongoose man.
So, at the bowling alley, and again--not bowling, but sitting at the bar, Healing Eagle dipping peach chaw, and Clovis Bloom rednecking it up, having a MOUNTAIN DEW and trying not to think about Dolly Parton's buxom bodaciousness lathered up in buttery beads of sweat; nevertheless, he did have great reverence for Jenny's cupcake cleavage, and hoped as King Solomon knew, that the youth of her time relative bosom would satisfy him--and he knew it would.
Healing Eagle spoke: "I sense you have forgiven all men, knowing it is the only path to being forgiven yourself, never partying like Phinehas when defeating an adversary, so to speak, but you hate the demons that tap into their pineal part and drive men to become demons themselves."
Clovis was like: "Sometimes. But I want to pick up the real reptiles as Christ said I would. Hell, I've already drank the poison. People pissed in my Kool-Aid since the beginning, and not just metaphorically I'm talking. Out for themselves, hubris-fueled, hating others with talents and high cheekbones. But it all comes from the darkness, God resisting not, turning the other cheek for perpetuity; next, light is born from being abused, gravity having held down fusion for long enough, in a matter; then, a star is born, and when gravity loses, we're kinda talking supernova--you picking up what I'm putting down?"
Healing Eagle: "Your science is a little off, but so was Einstein's; however, I too walk your road, and that's why I'm helping Jenny's fox grow strong. You have to know who you are, reflecting, and not simply moving in a mercurial direction towards your own ambitions, for God needs workers for the harvest, which is more important than becoming a weird gastroenterologist and impressing yourself."
INSERT A SMILE!
Clovis: "And yeah, they say shrinks are weird, right? Damn, I've had more probes from the fallen angels than Brigham Young had wives."
Healing Eagle: "And white man can still laugh. You are truly the mongoose, armed with good vibrations, but you have no surf board."
The twosome shared the synergy of a simultaneous chuckle.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Fox Biddable (16)--Abrahamic God
"Fox Biddable (16)--Abrahamic God"
Clovis Bloom was scratching at his buzz cut; plus, sitting face to face with his sophisticated shrink, being brutally honest, knowing: JESUS--Light of Confessors!!!
CLOVIS
And why do the Abrahamic Brothers fight? Solomon knowing that your brother is your adversary, yet Wolverine and his brother went back to back at times, defeating the true enemy. The Abrahamic Brothers should gregariously gel and team up, wasting all the Buddhists and practitioners of Hinduism--not each freaking other. A Muslim has the keys to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, for the Franciscans and the Orthodox fight over the keys; next, the Israeli Police are called in, and a Muslin brings peace. And you know--I'm kinda being jovially jocular my man.
SHRINK
You're not a racist, nice--right?
CLOVIS
There's no different species of human; thus, there is only one race--the human race. Save for all the hybrids and androids walking around.
SHRINK
Clovis--you're acting sick again.
CLOVIS
Sickness can be a great blessing. The physician of God; specifically, the Arch-Angel Saint Raphael has an uncanny sense of humor, bringing brighter green peace than all the other Divine Seven Who stand before the Throne of Him. Sickness is not all punishment, though for some, yet for the others that fear God--the Father doesn't chide always, nor damn us for our iniquities--if we hate pride, arrogance, and the forked tongue.
SHRINK
So, tell me about this foxy girl?
CLOVIS
Rubbed his eyes with fascination. She's a Barbie Doll with short hair. Been mistreated and envied her entire life. But she's learning to fight, and I really like her. I mean--I really freaking like her.
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