Gang-stalking and being discredited

   
   "Gang-stalking and being discredited"
  
   Thanks to January 21st this year, an Executive Order has been signed to thwart all phony finks in pseudo-law enforcement, not the true heroes I'm talk'n.
   Like with medical records you should pull, and read all the fiction they script.  Invading with toxic contagion, following you, and getting out false testimony to friends and family.  They get to your physicians, priests, but not Saint Mary or Her Son, seated @ the Right Hand of ALL the Power.
  They watch you--Christ is watching them, and they'd better know--Christ has His eyes on them, and He will separate the wheat from the chaff.
   So, carry a lightsaber, and keep calm.  They want you to get upset; thus, don't give them the ammunition.  Just remind them of their faults and fat asses.  Gotta fight.  Gotta go electric.
   Too, remember, Saint Mary--the inviolate Virgin, for She is the Mirror of Justice.  
   Got milk?  Nope.  So, get hungry, and stay that way.  

Fulvia's Farm

   
   "Fulvia's Farm"
   
   She was dirty-blonde, hazel-hued in the soul, and a bit anemic; however, she was kinda/sorta supposed to be--not feeding off of anybody, for that would be uncouth and Grody to the Max, and yes--she liked the television show, THE GOLDBERGS.
   Fulvia adored fast cars and low-key guys with shy smiles, and sometimes, a Quarterback can manifest modesty, being a bit anti-social, though not toxic or dangerous, but aloof to the point of sincere imagination.  
   It was all FARMLAND, Kentucky Colonels in Mark Twain attire, though they blamed Faulkner's white wardrobe for the bourbon-baked chicken, and in Tennessee, at least around here--you can't get chicken livers; thus, beef will do, having both high copper and iron, a sweet synergy of organ meat mix; next--boy, a little black pepper, some Rachael Ray sea salt, and you got the Yankee cuisine of them 1950's, before KIA was generated into selling us cheap shit.  And why don't they forge a fabulous fast car, a sporty 5 speed, old in-line 6 with archaic carb gone 4-barrel, and double double double double pipes, with cowl induction--like might a souped-up Datsun 240 Z be back in Carter's 1970's?
   Oh well, Fulvia craved street racing; otherwise, she wasn't a bad girl, even having a blue unicorn tattoo., but not stamped on her buttocks--for that's just wrong, or so goes common sense from time to time. 

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Society is serving Kool-Aid

  
   "Society is serving Kool-Aid"
   
   Tucker Carlson is freaked, saying we used to make fun of these people.  Ronald Raygun said they're on the ground too--among us.  Choose a side, and choose wisely, knowing that vermin, save the wondrous coyote, will turn on you.  Know them by their fruits.  If they invoke death--they will get it, for what you sow is what you reap, and I'm not calling Yahshuah a liar.
   Judas Priest--the whole FBI is crooked.  What, mad cause Trump has more money and ladies than them?  And like they don't flog the bishop themselves--of course they do.
   When I lived in Little Rock, always thought Bigfoot was observing me in Socratic fashion.  I guess Lee Majors really freaked me out, and I'm not even bionic.  What would he go for now?  A 600 Million Dollar man?
   The King is in the Field--so a Hebrew calendar says.  Possibly.  Wouldn't it be a bitch if Christos was telling the Truth, and is the Truth, seated @ the Right Hand of ALL the Power in the Multiverse?  He may be a little disappointed in us.  Especially those that drive people to get upset by way of being selfish, selling horseshit, and attempting to indoctrinate.  Naughty naughty.
   Oh well, I guess if I would've done jello shots off a girl's tits, taken X, watched ANIMAL HOUSE a zillion times, and read CATCHER IN THE RYE but not liked it--I would be educated too.
   God Bless the oppressed.  Who the hell else will?  

Big Mac Jack

  
   "Big Mac Jack"
   
   Down yonder, deep in the deep-state of Williamson County, working with newsprint, like Mercury, on delivery, no winged sandals; next, saw many multicultural folk having a Big Mac Attack @ the drive-through--good for them.
   Boy, put some turmeric root, thyme, heavy salt; plus, pepper to activate the orange and soothing root; moreover, a garlic clove, and you'll have a super poop.  Too, nobody remembers the Cheeseburglar, yet a Happy Meal always goes good, especially if you ask the drive-through worker before your exodus:  "And, can I have ONE Hot Apple Pie?"
   What's wrong with a Big Mac if imbibed properly?  How can you tell Ronald McDonald apart from the others in a nudist camp?  No sesame seed buns.
   Counterpoise in diet, lathered in anti-inflammatory spice; also, the kiss of herb, and a prayer to God for the hungry.  Too, you can throw in a prayer for the cattle and pseudo-soy filler to Saint Francis--in a way.  

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Electric Arctic

   
   "Electric Arctic"
   
   "Boy, better stay away from that burning bush; you know your girlfriend has lit her fire--an no blasphemy here boy--I got me a Bible given by 'em Gideons."
   Lucas didn't know whether to take the advice or not, after all--Grandpa was casually crackers.  He slipped on a banana peel during an angst-driven adolescence, finding humor in a Basal Ganglia injury, which resulted in better motor function; however, he was channeling all the best live-action from HEE HAW, originally broadcast from 69 to 70, and he adored Hunt's ketchup.    
   On the flip side, there was always the Arctic, knowing his ancestors were constantly frigid, like a sister's set of ivory hands, always frosty in feel; plus, the wildlife.  Even above the treeline; thus, life does exist without plant life, as long as there's water and an arctic hare to hunt.
   Lucas packed his things.  Got all Han Solo, remembering a blaster trumps hokey religions and archaic weapons; however, never know when a Shinobi will show up.  He just kept telling himself truck driver mantras:  "It's all in the reflexes."  And now cars drive themselves.  But a man can drive and eat spicy beef jerky at the same time.  Go figure.  
   Lucas ventured to an allegorical Hoth.