"80's Movies and Cotton"
What I learned from 80's movies: Fat girls come easy, and piss as much as you can; moreover, always marry a girl that looks like she was kicked in the face by a donkey. Why? Because a beautiful girl may leave you and break your heart. But what if the ugly girl leaves you? Who gives a damn.
And pick your own cotton southern man. Lazy. Importing people, bringing them over cause you can't even work your own industry. After Stonewall Jackson died of friendly fire, the Confederacy never won an offensive battle. They told General Lee: "Grant will retreat." Lee's eyes lit up with phobic fear, him whimpering: "Grant is not a retreating man."
They had no industry. Can't make a country on selling tampons.
Sheriff, why would you look at the rich man's phone, but not mine? Can a rich man not sin? Not if he has you in his pocket. You can't handle the truth. Neglect. Abuse. And I love every minute of it.
Now, a pic of my Mom:
"Six Man Football"
They say it's still big up in Montana; anyway, my family knew this shy child, him not even able to speak until he was at the age of four; moreover, once he learned the gift of language, he didn't use it much. So, when he put on the pads in the fourth grade, playing on dirt fields in Arkansas, where it was half African-American and half Hillbilly-American, they were astonished at his mercurial speed and skill.
The kid was All-County Quarterback that year, scrambling continually, and running back the kick-offs--nobody could touch him, mostly. He once had three touchdowns in a game. And it was Iron Man football; as a result, he played Safety. Still remembers the words of his Coach: "Boys, it's a crispy Autumn night, and I want you to go through the other team like a hot knife through butter."
When this anti-social punk made it to Junior High, they said he was too short to play QB; hence, the coaches put him on the corner. All they did in Junior High was run the option. His Defensive End always stumbled, and his job was to be blocked to the outside and let the Safety do his thing; however, the agile Cornerback didn't listen, dodging until leading with his helmet, and had an interception every game that year; thus, they let him return kicks, mostly due to his swift forty and vertical leaping ability.
He soon became the Captain of the Defense, called the plays, returned kicks, played QB when they needed to run the option, and knocked himself out twice in one game before the Razorback Great, Kevin Scanlon lifted him up into a state of consciousness.
Into High School with all the social aspects of the locker room, he wanted no part; still, made Special Teams, and fractured two bones.
Yet nothing could match his Dad. Pennsylvania's little tank. Cigarette burns under hypnosis in the locker room for fuel; next, running it down their throats in College Ball like John Riggins.
"Amphibology Adal (2)"
Out in the Idaho plains, carrying her .410, not sawed off, but if she were a cowgirl--it would be, with a custom-made holster, that small scatter-gun equipped with double-barrel love-make for the dynasty of the devil's rich men, them sowing weeds among the fruits, yet Adal was positively in charge of keeping her own crop clean, not defiled by any man, and as frigid as Antarctica breaking away from its Continent status; moreover, morphing into the State of Florida--just look at Florida--it's geographically well-hung and perverted , and dirty shit happens there with them mosquitoes; plus, the little Cubans--all they want to do is dance and have sex, knowing a dictator is the order of the day for Halloween, putting a potato on your male arousal; thus, you're a dictator. Anyway, Adal's great niece came to visit--a real tart with the heat of the American South infused into her lascivious loins, never getting enough of a modern education, where they don't climb the scholastic ladder of academia for information, yet drink Kool-Aid and go to frat parties, where the boys are always dropping X and ready to pet the panty hamster, but girls shave now, and infantile allegiance is an agenda of the Real World while the welder pipe-fits and gets no respect, yet dignity is deserved by all, especially those in the womb, dodging a pencil's insertion that wishes to iniquitously erase life,; next, they arrest due to the rich man, yet deny the non-pernicious pauper who loves to invoke Huckleberry Finn, though not listen to Tom Sawyer and throw rattlesnakes at the lovely Jim, before Robinson Crusoe made a movie franchise. So, at her humble habitat, Adal, the 53 year old German immigrant, sat across from her great niece, Tanya, the brat pierced with perversion.
TANYA
I was so upset when I heard River Phoenix died.
ADAL
Why? You never had a chance with him anyway.
The German way. Be a bitch, and fight.
"Amphibology Adal (1)"
Old Adal had learned the Pledge of Allegiance; plus, most of the Bill of Rights as a German immigrant launched into this wondrous web of woven America. She didn't fly her old country's flag, but Betsy Ross' flag, remembering and having reflection upon the old ways, and thirteen already here, not seated at the table or born Nordic, but Fatima and the design of inviolate-white and cool-blue Dodging like an L.A. player in the outfield.
She was 53 years of age, had a shotgun, merely a .410, but it would scatter some teeth, and make a squirrel into a pot of soup with one blast. Living in Idaho she knew of much Native wisdom, adhering to not only the animism of true Americans, but old European folklore, of course, it gelled with the Trinity, her always chanting: "Holy Trinity, One God--have mercy." Knowing the Koran states not to put God next to the Gods; however, Saint Patrick's 3 leaf clover example displays it the best, for they are separated, yet ONE, the Father being the Crown; next, a 4 leaf clover, and you're talking the female phantom of luck known as the Virgin Mary. But people have their heads in their phones, chasing robots, not knowing the SPIRIT is greater, forsaking Matthew 4:4, Christ bluntly saying: "Man lives not on bread alone, but on every Word breathed from the mouth of God."
Adal was single, and she liked it that way. Didn't want a yeast infection, or for John Barleycorn to resurrect her into a state of stupor, though she fancied the Green Knight, knowing decapitation puts Sir Gawain on an honorary quest for the totality of truth.
Sad. Every one has a nefarious agenda save the tradesman. Sad. Phony news. Totally phony doctors. Bush League schools. But the welder always fits a pipe, baby. And Adal cranked the fire, lit a cherry, and purified her lungs; next, exhaled prayers to the Father. Her father. And possibly yours too. Perhaps . . .
