Kooky Lucy Frost (17)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (17)"
   
   Kooky Lucy Frost jogged home with Cleveland at her levitating heels, the mental patient alive with an angel encounter, and Cleveland feeling the beat of her floating shoes, as if winged and aligned with super-symmetry ITSELF.
   Upon entering her house, Pap, as always, was sparking a cherry, and she quickly dashed to his distance, up close and personal, Cleveland wagging rapidly, and the beloved granddaughter spilled the news about the tall, blonde lady.  Pap asked:  "You're not going lesbo on me are you?  Not into eating tuna sandwiches?"
   Lucy was like:  "Pap, how gross.  Besides, the government tells women not to ever douche anymore.  Verily, the vaginal cavity in most women today is occupied by much bacteria; plus, you could find a piano up there."
   They both shared the synergy of a good laugh, raising their vibrations.  Pap then stated:  "I know your Pap shouldn't be saying such raunchy things, but I'm not dead yet."
   Lucy with:  "Pap, you're a solid Orthodox Christian, but Christ even had His joys."
   "That, He did--and still does.  He'll be back, separating the wheat from the chaff with the winnowing fork; indeed, He'll be back Lucy."  

Kooky Lucy Frost (16)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (16)"
   
   Kooky Lucy, with more "tics" than a Dalmatian @ a dog park, nervously wended her weird way into the market to get some Icelandic water and bean sprouts.  It was as if she could feel all the emotions of the shoppers, the ups and downs, the overwhelming hysteria of a mutated mankind.
   She focused on herself, who she was, and her mission--just two items; next, get the hell out of there.  She wanted to go through automatic checkout as always--less contagion; however, upon noticing a tall blonde woman, blonder than her, and with eyes emerald green, brighter than her forest green, she felt cleanliness and kinship, as if an angelic sister was there to protect her.
   She didn't wish to be golden blonde and not dirty blonde, or have emerald green eyes and not her forest green eyes, for deep down she loved herself, getting more of a hint of who she actually was.

Simon

Run!

Kooky Lucy Frost (15)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (15)"
   
   Back @ the psychiatrist's office, face to face, and unleashing tidbits of truth, for all is a comprehensible parable for the chosen.

DOCTOR
You need to read the Gospel of Thomas--not canonized, but worthy.  Make yourself a duplicate of Christ; moreover, put a man's strength in you if you are a woman, and put a woman's intuition in you if you are a man--be a paragon--like Ryan Seacrest.  

LUCY
Was that humor?

DOCTOR
Man being reasonable must laugh in the face of death, for why have drama when humor usurps the dilemma of diatribe--you picking up what I'm putting down?

LUCY
It is like Lord of the Rings out there.  I went to STARBUCKS the other day, shaking nervously, and everybody is plugged into their cell phones or has a computer attached to their face.

DOCTOR
Spirit outshines robotics.  Use your Third Eye.  Eat healthy.  Cleanse the pineal portion.  Talk to God everyday, thanking Him and loving Him for all the stress.  As G. Gordon Liddy said upon getting out of prison, quoting the mad philosopher:  WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER.

LUCY
Yeah, and they're trying to build a Nerf world out there.  Football is not what it used to be, just ask Doug Flutie.

DOCTOR
I prefer Jim Plunkett, for you know I'm old school Miss Lucy Frost.
  
   Lucy smiled, for the first time in years.  

Sanford and Son Intro

Kooky Lucy Frost (14)--fight to the end, wussy

    
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (14)--fight to the end, wussy"
   
   Kooky Lucy was unique.  Not like the masses of the proud and self-impressed.  She was not an island unto them; on the contrary, she was a sub-continent of survival.  And she knew it, deep down, like the brats craving a cervix' blunt pain to remind them of a molesting father or molesting Internet.
   Pap greeted Lucy, along with a tail-wagging Cleveland as she entered HER house.  They exchanged pleasantries; next, Pap took a seat with her, sparked a cherry, let the purifying smoke cleanse his internal aspects, and exhaled his prayers to the celestial heavens--life is bigger than your pride, boy.
   He went on to tell her about Grandma.  How the physician of God, Saint Raphael has a sense of humor.  How Grandma was never a burden.  If a sick person becomes a burden; then, the axiom wends your way, meaning:  YOU ARE THE SICK PERSON!
   Said he wouldn't have her in a monkey-blooded nursing home, where you get bloody enemas, no love, no sacrifice, as the workers are paid to kill--Bounty Hunters for the disabled.  Unless it is Nun Nurses--the real ones, that get none, but give all.  There is beauty in ugliness.  The Greatest beauty, while those full of pride and arrogance, crafting forked-tongued fraud, do so for their own elation.
   Pap further went to say being sick is a blessing--if you repent and get your selfish act in order; on the other hand, if you blame God, or say it is too difficult, He will allow you to know that you are a bestial brat, monkey-blooded, and easily cloned.  
   "So, Grandma gave me headaches.  Why make life easy?  Hell comes easy.  Heaven doesn't."