Grizzly Hybrid (5)

   
   "Grizzly Hybrid (5)"
  
Trixie 
Was a bit meticulously ditzy,
For to know the fundamentals of Truth
Is to be full of fruitcake couth--
And as Johnny Carson said:
"There's only one fruitcake in the world--never dead."
So, Johnny Starvation put away his crossbow,
And Quicksand, the loyal Pomsky, made a bark get groovy with glow;
Next, Trixie said she had an illustrious plan
To save the Grizzly Hybrid, which was from an enchanted, Northern Land.  

Grizzly Hybrid (4)

   
   "Grizzly Hybrid (4)"
   
   Johnny Starvation and Quicksand spotted the Grizzly hybrid, which was a mutated-like Kodiak--it didn't look like it wanted to shake hands.  Was eating some mutilated cow.  Tearing it further to pieces, going deep into the exposed sternum to get at the heart of the animal.
   Johnny Starvation was hiding behind a rock, like God told Moses to do, when revealing His Hindquarter to the Law-Giver.  And Starvation whispered to Quicksand:  "That Brown Bear doesn't appear to have any manners."  The Pomsky whimpered, yet eyed the ravenous beast, believing it could take it, or at least bark at it, and run around it in circles.  Descartes was wrong--dogs do have consciousness, and some even--a conscience.
   Johnny Starvation lowered his 100 pound crossbow and took aim.  Quicksand's ears pointed way up.  Enter Trixie.  Her running from a distance, shouting:  "Don't kill it Johnny Starvation!  Don't kill it!"
   Johnny Starvation looked a bit stupefied concerning the stranger as she rushed towards Quicksand, him, and the danger of an arcane Brown Bear.    

The Cult - Big Neon Glitter

Grizzly Hybrid (3)

   
   "Grizzly Hybrid (3)"
   
   Johnny Starvation kinda/sorta knew--not it ALL, but the fundamentals.  Do not sacrifice Liberty for Security; however, S. E. Hinton says:  "That was then--this is now--lighten up, dude."
   Who trusts an Ambassador to France in kite-flying, hippie sandals, and with no education, further bringing Paine's alcoholic, non-educated ass to make the Colonial Press go crazy, them printing and literally proclaiming:  "Without the quill of Paine, the sword of Washington would never have sincerely swung."  I"M ASKING????????
   Morrison's words:  "The West is the Best--it's all a bunch of bullshit."
   Robert Plant jealous of WHITESNAKE's lead singer, for the dude had more matter concerning genitalia--anything that takes up space and has mass.  
   Johnny Starvation just needed to make himself a duplicate of Christ, Saint Paul spurting:  "Be an imitator of me, as I am of Christ."  The Non-Canonized Gospel of Thomas going further, making the woman into the man; the man into the woman, loving living like a child, without the pressure of the Moon's spermicidal pull--you picking up what I'm putting down?  Of course not, for Johnny Starvation has an eating disorder; thus, he can't purchase a single action .44 Magnum in Montana to protect himself from Brown Bear, cause a cotton candy world of a fake, Marxist, pneumatic, black, historical, plural Dude dubbed "Jesus" dominates the headlines, yet when an Orthodox Jew uncovers HIS tomb recently, the only coverage on ABC News is that Beyonce is preggers--who gives a fucking shit!?!
   Johnny Starvation loaded his 100 pound crossbow and waited for the mixed Kodiak from Justin's Canada to attack, and Canada will let in terrorists, but not the disabled, or G. Gordon Liddy, yet they forge the finest silver in the world.  Oh well, King Solomon mentioned that fear of God is worth more than silver.  
   Johnny Starvation hugged Quicksand, the Pomsky; next, took out his crossbow like Legolas, more or less, and with his wiry frame, brought the hunt to the hunter--in Jesus' Name.     

French Elections--my Yankee opinion

   
   "French Elections--my Yankee opinion"
   
   It's always borders, language, and culture for some; on the flip side, others prefer a mix.  The axiom about the United States is:  "It simply can't absorb everyone."  Yet my mother's family were immigrants; at the same time, they learned the culture of their new country.
   Saint Catherine and the EU flag speaks to something mystical--some say, maybe me; however, there is Saint Joan of Arc defending her homeland.  We must all pray for wisdom.
   Le Pen seems tough and strong.  Again, we must all pray for wisdom.  Wisdom is:  Du Feu de Dieu, so I might say.  Regardless, love the Lord, and search for truth.  Dieu Merci!!!

Pink Floyd - The Wall Lyrics

Grizzly Hybrid (2)

   
   "Grizzle Hybrid (2)"
   
   Friday; thus, Sorrowful Mysteries on the Holy Beads--it always hurt Trixie.  She wasn't a master of Euclidean Geometry; however, could enter the Fourth Dimension through the mystical meditations of the ivory-like, white rose.  Too, lived in Bozeman, Montana--same place as Johnny Starvation, but she didn't know the wiry scrapper and mixed mutation with Rh negative, just yet; at the same time, her candle was lit before the architecture of time, and engineers only need to lay railroad tracks for Lincoln's firm, symmetrical log.  
   Trixie was a survivalist.  Like her Great Cousin Joey in the population control of NAM--poor black kids and white hillbillies; regardless, Great Cousin Joey was a Black Beret, when it, not in French, meant:  RANGER--only using a knife and barbwire behind enemy lines.  Now, it is shit, but God Bless all the kids, and we all should feel special, at times--but be of not two minds, and slap yourself.
   Indeed, Trixie was baptized with John's water, the best man born through a womb; plus, the fire of Christ, more like ice, if King David and Scorpios are concerned.  But nobody pays attention.  Trust man.  Trust the 3rd leading killer of man--physicians and nurses.  But never enter the Fourth Dimension, in the minimum.  
   Trixie too did Algebra in her sleep.  She dropped out of school, but could do Algebra in her sleep, and like Joyce the Irishman, prove by Algebra that Hamlet's Ghost was kinda/sorta his actual father--more or less.  Who the hell knows?  All we need are the fundamentals.  
   Trixie ate her canned food, slept in a tent, and dreamed of Johnny Starvation's buzz cut being hunted by a Kodiak gelled with a Grizzly.  She was older.  Remembered when Kodiak snuff was out before Grizzly.  Remembered Reagan's soft disclosure, but everyone was playing PAC-MAN.  She wasn't a cougar.  Had no trans-vaginal mesh.  But Johnny Starvation needed a big sister.  And the Author of Life would write her part, transcending prose--into a state of pure poetry. 
   That's everyone's, even the fallen's, greatest fear--nobody knows the Father's next move.