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Thoracic Animus (10)

   
   "Thoracic Animus (10)"
   
   Leaving his depressed dog with his Uncle @ the campfire, Mutt went into the woods to drain the lizard; moreover, his urethra was more relaxed in nature as his negative blood did not pick up on the vibrations of a frequently cruel society.  After zipping up, he spotted a lovely lass, her zipping up as well, after a female squat, underneath the smooth shimmer of a waning Pink Moon; next, the conversation sparked.

MUTT
Hello, my name's Mutt.  What are you doing out here, young lady?

TANYA
I'm Tanya, sucka.  And I'm hunting me some Hairy Man--don't want to stuff him--just to give me some answers.  You see, the world calls me a freak.  My Dad was from Ivory Coast, and my Mom an American with Irish/French roots.  Bigfoot has been harassing my beautiful gel, and I want some answers out of his hairy ass.

MUTT
I'm not the shiniest coin in the fountain; thus, I'm just tagging along with my Uncle.  Don't wanna kill nothing, just love my depressed dog.  I'm half Mohawk and half Serbian.  Nobody in America likes the American Indian, and if you're born on our soil, well, everybody then is a Native American, but my Chief doesn't drink the Kool-Aid.  

TANYA
They call me an Aunt Tom at times.  But I'm more mixed than Johnny Depp's fourth drink from room service, before he trashes the hotel room.

MUTT
It sounds like we might get along.  If you like depressed dogs.

TANYA
Can the dog hunt?

MUTT
All he does is cry.  And I feed him organic dog food.  I'm so lost.

TANYA
Maybe you just made a friend.  

Thoracic Animus (9)

   
   "Thoracic Animus (9)"
   
   The boys in the backwoods of Tennessee had severe animus concerning American, pseudo-local law in Tennessee, saying:  "Boy, California ain't shit.  We got the best herb growing in the backwoods of Tennessee."  And Mutt didn't need it for his colonoscopy--his fifth, but only to hunt Hairy Man, that sum bitch (the sum of all bitches), harassing the Six Million Dollar Man, him being worth more than millions since the 1970's, like a few billion in these here years.  And 3-D printing and nanotechnology; plus, all that curvaceous android crap is the TECHNOLOGY of angels fallen, or gremlins within; regardless, Eisenhower and Jackie Gleason with Nixon know how to use it, resonating from a celestial grave, being reborn or not, but affecting.  "Junior, remind me to punch your mama in the mouth when I get home."
   So, Mutt's crazy Uncle wanted a Hairy Man pelt, but Bigfoot is a tricky bastard, and does he like bananas?  That's the real question--is he ape, or beyond?  Tarzan knows not, but he had the blade--steel, and the apes retreated.
   If only Iron Man drank plenty of his alcoholism and defeated Doctor Doom properly, once and for all, with a Four's Fantastic help, though the Human Torch is blonde and beautiful, as is his sister, and yes, gentleman prefer blondes, even watching Marilyn Monroe catch horses for dog food.
   But nothing compares to the innocent essence of adolescent cruel, like S. E. Hinton, knowing the minds of teenage boys, as she was a teenage girl, knowing Pony Boy doesn't pester pussy, but respects it, giving it dignity, and do I sound dirty, but filth is found in the paradox of placing grenades in holy places, if that holy place wants to behead and kill.  Pride is rebellion against God.  Who are you to be proud, when you forged not yourself into existence?  Therefore, be pleased with God, and follow the true Law, or your land is absolutely absent.
   Mutt saw a Bigfoot, but wearing a rabbit's foot around its neck, he couldn't crossbow it.  His Uncle went:  "Shit Mutt.  We could've bagged a Bigfoot buddy."
   Mutt didn't care.  Let live and let love.  

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Holy Thursday; plus, Random Francais

   
   "Holy Thursday; plus, Random Francais"
   
   Some say, some, that during the suffering in the Garden, as meditated upon during the Sorrowful Mysteries of the Holy Rosary, that the Angel, Arch-Angel, maybe Seraph (Chamuel) was with Christ, to bring the pinkish vibrations on a certain frequency, and to quench Him further into loving calmness; nevertheless, Christ did scold Saint Peter, as always, for falling asleep.  Only Saint John the Eagle, who listened to the Sacred Heartbeat, did truly love and fearlessly follow Christ and His Mother, in my opinion, near perfectly.

Some Random French:

trois = number three, like the Trinity.

quatre = number four, like the Virgin; furthermore, 1 + 3 = 4.

je = I.

tu = you in a familiar sense.

vous = you in a formal sense.

elle = she.

nous = us, we.

elles = them, they in a feminine sense.

le mien = mine, masculine.

la mienne = mine, feminine and singular.

ange = angel.

barde = bard.

Eucharistie = Eucharist.

hors de prix = exorbitantly expensive.

la Sainte Vierge = Blessed Virgin.

Saint-Esprit = Holy Spirit.

chien = dog.

chien de meute = hound.

loup = wolf.

zozo = nitwit.

Ou sont les toilettes = where is the toilet?