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The Craftsman: Christ

   
   "The Craftsman:  Christ"
   
   Imagine, if you will:  Sicily, 1913--you know what I mean.  Do you?  Always take your Vitamin D3.
   Loved Scripture.  Still does.  Turned His back on the ladies; as a result, they craved Him even more.  No education--just an angelic autodidact, more or less.  Went to Temple.  Spit on by many a Rabbi; plus, always spit on by the rich man save the likes of Joseph of Arimathea.  Just a carpenter, living with His Mother, after a foster father proved to be the terror of demons.
   But at 30--He had enough.  "Don't do it Jesus--they'll kill you."  A Mother did plead.  Her, Queen of ALL virgins.
   Listened to His Father instead, knowing a Psalmist from the past.  And He was a Son of David; plus, a god--the One, True God.    
   Animism, showing that Solomon was not clothed in as great a splendor as the flowers; next, would metaphorically spit His tobacco juice on the ground.  You getting this?  Nope.  You are not.
   They began to fear Him.  Knew He was not a poser.  Offered women, fame, money--on the mountain.  Turned it all down.  The brain doesn't die after a flatline, not immediately.
   Was Transfigured first, if only to show Himself.  Now, in Hell--operating at Full Power.  Shake and Bake brother.  
   Who is this man.?  Sucker--you had the chance to know.  We all did.  And spit on Him like the rest.     

Shaggy versus Buffy

   
   "Shaggy versus Buffy"
   
   Where's your way of weirdness; moreover, my dog is wily; anyway, Shaggy has the fashionable goatee, mostly wears the same t-shirt, usually green or red, and his only partner in fighting crime is a slobbering canine, but that dog (Scooby-Doo) loves him; plus, proves to be a loyal ally.  
   Some say Buffy is her or her--ya know.  Let's not go all natural blonde and back to the movies, but maybe--ya know what I'm saying; regardless, she has a couple of tough cookies to hang out with, and that makes her all the better.
   Whether it's a dog--just a dog, or an army of friends, you can do anything as Truman mentioned--as long as you don't care who gets the credit.  

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Hated, even in the womb

   
   "Hated, even in the womb"
   
   Yeah, you turn a lady down who thinks she's the cat's pajamas; next, she wants to kill you, allegorically.  It kind of all works like that.  You see a little boy in a wheelchair with no arms, and you think he has it better off dead.  You tell a teenage girl or boy that ya'll are her or his friends, only to abuse them emotionally, because you are blind to life's beauty.
   We all are indoctrinated sometime; on the contrary, a few follow an indirect path, knowing that suspicion is not paranoia, seeing others lick their vampiric chops, wanting to murder, being assassins who kill softly, under a radar even, forged by iniquity to serve a monstrous state of hidden chaos. 
   The baby dodges the pencil-like instrument shoved into the womb, fighting for its life.  
   A man alone hears them, and clearly, mocking, spreading the fabrication of your false testimony, if only so that you can get a trophy of some kind, and be called a good fellow in front of the mind-bent masses; indeed, the simpler something is, the closer it is to God, and the ascetic relies on pure instinct, resisting not the soul-wash of a wicked baptism, for what is greater than God?  Yet the critics even attempt to fool Him; however, in all of God's foolishness, if He has any, He is wiser than any man or angel.  Get used to it, for we'll all be seeing Him soon.  And Papa don't like that . . . 

California Dreaming

   
   "California Dreaming"
  
   Back in the 1960's, when Vietnam could not be dodged by the poor white kid, nor the black child unable to escape the ghetto, there was a lovely couple, living the American Dream.
   Some dude brought him home from a party.  The husband was drunk as a mongoose on cobra venom, and they placed him in bed.  Next, the dude told the wife:  "We should fool around.  He's so drunk that he'll never know."  The wife kicked his ass out--good for her.  She had a better job than any of you, and to this day has never bragged.  Made a peasant by the fortune of others, and charitable beyond all the masses I've known.  Her deserved dignity is an eternal constellation in the heavens.
   Back in the 1950's you married your high school sweetheart, and a phony college wasn't mandatory to be considered.  Follow the dollar.  Always follow the dollar.
   As Christ happened to mention:  "Love of money--that is the root of all evil."