Amos Hart--Never change the color of a Hot Rod

   
   "Amos Hart--Never change the color of a Hot Rod"
   
   Amos Hart listened, as Solomon instructed, in Biblical fashion.  Yet not to nurse nasty words, unless the architect intended to charm.  
   Not a sparrow falls that His Father doesn't know about, Jesus mentioned.  Not animism today for Amos, though Bucko and his Aloe Vera plant were giving oxygen, or something nice.
   Amos didn't care about size, color, gender, multi-hued violet or amber eyes, well--it meant something, yet if the LAW of His Father and Himself are followed; next, Earth experiences a gelled mercy.
   Amos Hart bought some spicy beef jerky for his pal, Bucko; at the same time, he bought two pieces for himself, on sale @ Walgreens.  How nice was the check-out Lady.  And she fought despair everyday, for we all are the same, yet lack focus on a shared intention.  Amos laid rubber out of there, goosing the Olds.  It allowed the asphalt Earth to know that he was still on the battlefield, as are many that have passed, as if children or truck drivers, observing, and more . . .

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Amos Hart--Major Prophet

   
   "Amos Hart--Major Prophet"
   
   Amos Hart heard the informative wind whisper of an older lady, dubbed bonkers and completely crackers by the local men in white, armed with straight-jackets and rubber hoses; however, Amos knew all stories have truth, especially if the speaker has been disqualified by Caesar's burden of bogus law; however, even Jesus became the King of Rome, allegorically, before barbarism; next, the Empire was buried from the inside, an insidious implosion of selective sorts.
   So, approaching the lawn furniture in her front yard; plus, noticing the Mountain Dew cans, crushed, in the back of her pick-em-up-truck, Amos was greeted by her crow's feet that ran bird-like and symmetrical, and she mentioned Ezekiel's craft, much like what the F-18 pilot witnessed with his gun-camera, but simply voiced to Amos a typical hint, as it goes with many modern alarmists, before he retreated with Bucko in the Olds--the lady's electricity could've french-fried him otherwise; anyway, she spoke from The Book of ISAIAH; specifically, Chapter 49, like this:
    "And he hath made my mouth like a sharp sword; in the shadow of his hand hath he hid me, and made me a polished shaft; in his quiver hath he hid me."
    "But thus saith the LORD, Even the captives of the mighty shall be taken away, and the prey of the terrible shall be delivered:  for I will contend with him that contendeth with thee, and I will save thy children."
   Amos was swift to report, but not delusions, for Freedom of Religion is still BIGTIME in the American South, the Bible being something lawman swear on, but they are hypocrites as they don't even believe it; however, Amos Hart was too fearful to dismiss the Unearthly Power of Almighty God.  And Bucko agreed, without the temptation of a savory meat bone.  

Amos Hart--Samson and Jesus

  
   "Amos Hart--Samson and Jesus"
   
   Of course, Ginger had to make a volcanic entrance into the lava-like scene, erupting in classic fashion, a very classy lass, and spill the hot taco beans on a fella she fantastically fumed over, in more ways than one; however, her fiery flame always innocent, always returning to the Proclamation, and being a child, with Unicorns and Arthur's Quest to imbibe more of Christ, and she voiced:
   "The fella's mother told him TODAY, that his hair was too long.  He told his mother that his heroes were Samson and Jesus.  Both had long hair.  Both kinda from Nazareth.  Samson didn't mind a lady, while Jesus was tea tree oil purity, more importantly:  Neither could be bound."
   Amos Hart took the Sister out in the Cutlass with Bucko.  The 350 Rocket was glad to pilot the company of three, dog included. 

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Amos Hart--Damn Globalists

   
   "Amos Hart--Damn Globalists"
   
   So many meatheads, and so little cows to go around; then, why does America have so many hamburgers?  Where's the beef?  Amos Hart pondered these in-depth questions; moreover, wondered about that guy, the dude who quasi-Kevin Feltner, an inter-dimensional phony from the Draconian forge, arrived simultaneously with deputies; next, lied about it, as were all the medical records from Williamson County full of false testimony save the platinum blood-work; otherwise, the whole platoon of deputies armed and gloved, confronting a man laying beneath his mother, their guns inches away from the granny, and any accident could occur; still, the Virgin Mary saw, and Feltner's head is a permanent speed-bag for her ivory fists, unless he repents and is saved, and the whole system of phony lawyers and deep-state deputies would be wise to follow, on their knees to Christ.
   And the first Bush called them radicals.  Damn Radicals!!!  Then, perniciously puked some Asian food, but can you blame him--have you ever eaten that stuff, especially if they sprinkle a little of the small intestine wiggle within, and chunks can fly regardless of what NASA says, huh?
   OH YEAH!!!  Amos Hart thought to himself.  F-18 gun-camera can't believe.  Too bad nobody else will actually think.  For the chicks are hot and skanky this day, and the blacked-robed pricks have a jury stacked.  Can certain blood-types request only certain blood-types on the jury, as they are their true peers, or would that rig the rigged system in the direction of honesty?
   What happened to honesty?  It saw the dragon's gold.  Not nice to bite the hand that feeds you.  Oh well, Amos knew Santa still had an Orthodox Christmas.  Futurity and time-shifts for high-elves, and the children of all ages they rescue.  Virgin Mary was pleased Her Son was simply a carpenter.  The Craftsman--that's what they called Jesus.  

Amos Hart--Paul Atreides

   
   "Amos Hart--Paul Atreides"
   Muod 'Dib ran, did he; specifically, Amos had told his mother that he wanted to be a survivalist up in Montana when he was in his sophomoric twenties; next, she laughed, told him that he'd never make it; then, he retreated like a tail-dragging coyote up to his northern-placed bedroom, cranking on the tube and unearthing DUNE (the Sci-Fi station mini-series); moreover, he recollected encounters of bullying and people who don't like YOUR dog sometimes; thus, we get a bit gloomy in the glands, tear ducts pour stale wine, and the grape seed extract is taken for many purposes; plus, it's hard to find @ Walgreens, where the check-out Lady spins yarns concerning her time in Finland, and among the Sami, before selling a pack of cheap/drug-store cigars (cherry flavored), and exiting occurs, up in peace pipe smoke, knowing tobacco is the main reason for what they call meditation, which to Amos was prayer.
   Bucko and him took the Olds out.  The 350 Rocket was hungry for prime, and @ TACO BELL did they anchor the granny bought muscle, rumbling up to the parking lot in classic smooth, and finding sanctuary in a dozen tacos between them--dog and man, best pals, cause the Moon wanes, and hearts break, unless the coyote gets stronger, and suburbia is a home to many, and maybe--in peace, and I'm talking actual coyotes--canis latrans.