"Our Lady of Guadalupe"
Not my invocation, yet worthy of honoring the Blessed Virgin:
Our Lady of Guadalupe, Mystical Rose, help all those who invoke you in their necessities! Since you are the ever Virgin Mary and Mother of the true God, obtain for us from your most holy Son, the grace of keeping our faith, sweet hope in the midst of the bitterness of life, fervent charity, and the precious gift of final perseverance.
In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit--Amen
"Johnny Be Good, in blonde fashion"
I'm talking true blondes. A fake blonde is the real cheat, for she's not really stupid. Lose a blonde; next, replace with a blonde. Blondes are like the Real SUPERGIRL, not that channel 18 horse chunky, as love-made blondes are forever shining, but don't lasciviously lust, yet love what looks like an angel, just looks, merely nothing more. And Fred wasn't even my favorite character on the animated SCOOBY-DOO, for I preferred the dog.
So, 1988, JOHNNY BE GOOD, the movie with Anthony Michael Hall and Uma Thurman, a blonde, showcases as how Anthony Michael Hall getting muscles, made him way different than the sophomore Farmer.
But State or a better school to play football @. He chooses State; then, Uma Thurman is on a swing set, and he tells her that he's going to State, afterwards--the camera contains her symmetrical blondness, which results in her smoothly saying: "Johnny Be Good." And if with Fonzy cool the fun film culminates with him strutting down the street, like HEATHCLIFF, the music playing, for he is sooo cool cause he simply walks the asphalt suburbia on bullshit--I loved the movie.
"Virgin Ninja (8)"
Joanna Blanc raced down the side streets out in the bucolic yonder of pastoral praise, exclaiming a symphony of high-speed to keep her rubber grounded onto the green of Terra's gravity; at the same time, it was Friday, and her Joan of Arc cut with curls of flaxen had a cranium underneath, which probed beyond the meditations of the Sorrowful Mysteries, knowing the Resurrection arrives next, for a vegetation god can never die.
Bobby McQuade was getting schooled by the enduro power of a hardcore built-for-anything bike, yet his Rebel kept a tight grip on Joanna's Kawasaki tail, him never seeing her brake light shine, for she was full throttle, opening up the rice-burning fury of fabulous.
Whoever wins is not the problem. There is no problem. For there was no competition going on here. Merely, gaming. Play. A Nordic Rune--Perthro. The Trinity and Virgin Queen hang out; thus, man is not to be alone, even if introverted, but seek companionship in the defeat of his pride, if only to meet others like or unlike him or herself. That's what this race was about--gaming.
"Virgin Ninja (7)"
There is no life for the virgin or the ninja without magic, in a sense of somebody aware of forever-flowing frequency, and on demand manufactured clothing in foreign nations; regardless, the virgin is like unto a water poem, mermaiding her myth onward, though today, few is plenty, and the imperialistic samurai conquers the farming ninja, originally using nunchucks to pound down the rice growing side of things, in them fields, once--filled with the flames and Phoenixes of war.
And the ninja had more then Sun Tzu's empirical knowledge of warfare, if even mostly of the mind, but a source of energy able to tap into, knowing one can not ignite its own energy without another element or factor, such as a seed needs rich soil, Sun, and water. Thus, Joanna would test this guy, her asking his name, him replying, "It's McQuade. Some people call me Bobby."
Joanna Blanc was like, all redneck blonde: "Okay Bobby--here's the deal. You beat me in a race down on them back roads down yonder, I'll give you a cherry kiss with with angel-puffed lips."
Joanna couldn't believe she was flirting, and almost carnally, and with the southern something like farmer's daughter verbiage.
"It's Green Arrow, ya tootz"
"I'm just in it for the little guy." That's what the dandy Oliver Queen told the justice-seeking Batman; next, the Emerald Archer witnessed Black Canary's elongated and shimmering legs, those runaway sticks so golden and Sun-kissed; as a result, Green Arrow joined The Justice League--so one of the stories go.
He is not merely, Arrow. He is Green Arrow. Blonde mustache and golden goatee; plus, armed with a sense of action humor, and four-chambers of a bold and bleeding heart.
Green Arrow is Robin Hood Cream Ale. Don't let Will Scarlet thieve away your brew.
I'm not denying or accepting conspiracy, in a matter of speaking. These Blogs are of a bizarre boom and flow, allegorical, yet so Daystar Bright, in a symbolic sense. I just read; moreover, have an internal life, like a dog chasing its circular symmetry.
