Thoracic Animus (8)

   
   "Thoracic Animus (8)"
  
   Mutt adored his Eastern Orthodoxy; specifically, knowing the Hebrews had Passover, and that the angel of death would not take from a house stained with the blood of the lamb.  And for Mutt, he would visit his Uncle in Eastern Dakota, and they would celebrate the Paschal Lamb, eating tsoureki, a type of Easter bread, non-pagan, and prepare lamb with rosemary, sea salt, and pepper.
   Indeed, it was life.  Escape if admitted, and if you do not admit Him--not goods news. 
   And while he could stay and laugh with his Uncle all day and night, his mother's brother had even more sublime intentions as a Yankee Cooter.  Was like:  "Come on Mutt.  Let's get some 75 pound crossbows with laser sightings; next, we'll hunt Hairy Man; I always wanted to get me some Hairy Man."
   For some reason, it always went back to Bigfoot for Mutt, having watched the Six Million Dollar Man back in they day, knowing they came in inter-dimensional, disc-shaped craft.  Oh well, he got his depressed dog Buckwheat, said an Iroquois chant, blessed himself with the Trinity's purpose, and boarded his Uncle's Ford Ranchero with a factory hood induction and dual exhaust, in search of that sum bitch, Hairy Man.   

Black Pepper: $4.00 in Nashville--WTH

    
   "Black Pepper:  $4.00 in Nashville--WTH"
   
   I need my black pepper; thus, I went to the local grocery store in Nashville, and the garden-variety form is near $4.00 for just a few pinches.  So, I got the organic kind--a few cents extra.
  
Health Benefits:

Aids digestion, classified as a medicinal spice in certain regions, antibiotic and antibacterial properties; plus, contains manganese, iron, dietary fiber, vitamin C and K; moreover, has anti-inflammatory properties.

Metaphysical Benefits:

Absorbs negativity--bottom line.  And, when mixed with salt, you get some serious and sublime counterpoise.  

Tim McGraw

Thoracic Animus (7)

   
   "Thoracic Animus (7)"
   
   Mutt was inside the quasi-Tipi with Big Chief, a variety of Iroquois; specifically, a Mohawk, and the tobacco was burning--here we go:
  
CHIEF
Always find the woman.  The Mother.  She has greater intuition if aligned with the Dove.  She steps on the snake.  And a snake promises great reward, but strikes at the end.  You will know them by their fruits.  Don't grow for yourself but others, having the Source--a brave, sacred heart--fountain of life and holiness.

MUTT
People anger me in my family.  Forked tongues as my Grandfather mentioned during a Glenn Ford movie.  

CHIEF
Of course.  They attempt to box you in a cage, because they see you are brutally honest.  They want to thieve away that honesty, writing false fiction, inspiring chaos, but let them say what they say, for HE sees you alone, like a ladybug being the best monitor, or the spider in your secluded and lonely room.  Grandfather sees all and knows all.  There is nothing hidden from HIM.  Don't let them only speak or testify about you falsely, when they aggressively strike @ you with vicious venom, and like any man--you react with anxious fear.  That is what they want.  Remember, your Mother steps on the head of the sinister snake.  It has been written.  

MUTT
I will listen wise Chief, you being so wise to know that detesting the forked tongue and phony confidence in it--that is the true, lesser path of wisdom.  A verb.  A thing in relaxed yet defensive alignment.   

Let the good times roll-Cars (lyrics)

Boba Fett vs Luke Skywalker

Thoracic Animus (6)

   
   "Thoracic Animus (6)"
   
   Mutt knew, all those fostering his depressed dog had dyed red hair--FAKES!  They didn't carry the true blood, neither do most people; thus, their Wicca is wishes, and you can only wish on weird, or bet on black, or bid in blue, or SpongeBob in Orange, or gamble in green, or yellow snowman in yellow--you get it, maybe.
   And Mutt would position his wallet or other items, leaving the room, and seeing if they had been moved by these artificial red heads, and they had.
   But their control is like a fake alien invasion released.  An illusion of bologna intrusion, and the blue vests need to get smarter, or wiser, hating pride, arrogance, and false testimony.
   Mutt got his dog back, played some Poker with the holy hound.  Found the Fool Card, but there is no Western Dakota.  So, he went to the real red--Chief.  Beautiful, scorched before in truth and passion, not drinking the Kool-Aid, for his people were his people, and didn't belong to any man save the Great Spirit.  When he entered Chief's bungalow, he kept his Iroquois, but reserved his Orthodox Serb, not wanting to get ignited by vociferous voracity with another truth being hijacked hungry.