Voltaic Junkyard--She-Hulk

   
   "Voltaic Junkyard--She-Hulk"
   
   Sheila just didn't know why she hadn't turned green already; moreover, the whole GOOGLE images of She-Hulk, some in pink high heels--like so valley girl gross to her, yup--the cool Valley Girl, lost forever in a fabulous history not remembered.
   Sheila knew to be herself.  She didn't like it always.  Maybe she should wear pink high heels and grab a guy and some Chinese noodles or a slice of Italian pie with anchovies and gummi bears like a woman nearing the birth stages, yet no dilation, as if a beamed out C-Section.  And that grossed her out, being pregnant.  What did the Hebrew Prophet possibly ponder about children:  "Children are like arrows in an archer's quiver."  It went along those not exact lines.
   She always had Adam.  The fool, being played and manipulated--as if she should not just smack down the intruders, invite Aunt Tootie from the East for a visit, display to Adam the true meaning of a torque wrench, but there's no money in a bunch of wrecked muscle cars and redneck pick-up trucks from the 1980's.  

Hold your portion

   
   "Hold your portion"
   
   Of course we all get a portion, even if sickly, we get a portion, layered deep within us.  And no man or angel has the right to take it away.  People always play you if you possess a kind heart, even if your blood is electric.  People want to thieve your portion--not all; there are Saints among us.
   I know I met a Saint once.  She was as white as snow, and fully charged with the Good Ghost.  An image that cannot be distorted, for God is Good.
   I guess if you want to lay on your bed, cry all the time, take your Xanax, and let your androids do everything for you--well, it is a Free Country, or used to be.
    What about a paperback book, and you can sniff the squid ink like a cerebral junkie?  And that watermelon incident still bothers me at times, yet not the poop in the pumpkin on Halloween with Holland in the Halls of Haunted History.
   Yeah, God gives us a portion, and we let people take it away.  Who is in charge of you?  The cranky nurse sedated on too many a benzo during her lunch hour, yet she still practices a type of medicine?
   Just lay there and die--that's what they want.  Hate yourself--that's what they want.
   Or like Jesus Christ, you can go out screaming.  "Woman--behold Your Son!!!"
   Good for the One, True King.  

My last wife: the Burning Bush

   
   "My last wife:  the Burning Bush"
  
   A great and passionate woman, descended from Italian and Scottish stock; still, she'll kill ya, allegorically.  She's metaphorically removed the testes of many men, sowing into them the timidity of trepidation.  My step-dad saw me put Kosher sea-salt down my pants the other night; moreover, he vociferously shot off:  "Boy--you salting your pecker like a holy man."  Holy crap, one woman kept me from being a virgin; furthermore, she gave me jungle rot.  I'd have to hose her down before the carnal mount, give a good swabbing off of her corporeal deck, and splice a lime--and I think I know what that means, even though I'm not an American Odysseus with a green parrot that channels the historical communication of others, though not shapes-shifting, like the American coyote; specifically, CANIS LATRANS.
   I love my last wife, like a sister, and an ugly sister at that--she wears no nose ring like an inviolate  virgin in the Old Testament; also, her intrinsic sexuality got me my own private hospital room when I was practically dead, and for the second time; plus, I'm sure the Chief of Staff enjoyed her yanking his, so--good for her.
   My last wife gets things done.  No horseshit.  She's a survivor.  Street smart.  Too, her Uncles love her, yet everyone else in her family bullshits her with tender mercies, and maybe her half-brother craves the creepy.  Shit happens.  Look at your own shit--not mine.  Like what--you never screwed the symbolic pooch?  I'd be rolling around in salt water like a Levite Priest if I did.  I'll weigh my sins against any man or angel.  How many dermal-layered pipes did you, naughty nurses, take into the vaginal cavity?  Yet you shoot off your mouth as if justice and peace have kissed.
   Like I said, forgiveness is great.  I don't hold no grudges.  I just SEE and know:  People are drunks, medically-induced drug addicts, have eating disorders, jerk off to reruns of Game of Bones, forge false testimony, give their children Pez Dispensers loaded with Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors; next, make you spineless with Benzodiazepines, getting the nervous system used to a chronic relax of the Italian noodle; next, you're screwed.
   I'm going to take some American Ginseng and slam a Bud Heavy--good for me.  Who wants to be a Valley of the Dolls Zombie?  We need energy, not sleep.  Bubba--you can sleep when you're dead.  

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Adolescent Angst in America

   
   "Adolescent Angst in America"
   
   The mentally ill, huh, press?  Having an eating disorder is more than synonymous with being mentally ill, and practically all Americans do.  If someone is an obese person who makes their own personal gravy due to anything besides a thyroid problem or California case of the carnivorous munchies--they're mentally ill.  Hoarders are mentally ill.  Most people live in filth, clutter, dust bunnies, unless hopping around all cool to induce a mysterious atmosphere, toilet smudge, or saunter about in their own homegrown toe-jam--they're mentally ill.  People who wear sandals, picking up all the spilled and spiked steps of those before them; plus, rat droppings and mice hairs--they're mentally ill--no?  Then, just stupid. 
   We're warned of this or that--smoking, drinking, the Big Mac, yet some of those folks don't do the dirt nap till 120.  And those people are always like:  "3 Dr. Peppers a day--that's what did it."
   You can get the wrong leg amputated by a doctor possessed with the spirit of a cheating wife, her slowly removing his scrotum in metaphorical fashion, this anxiety contained within the theater of his mind.  Maybe we should let androids run the whole show and just be lost numbskulls--people are always going to screw up--shit happens, but don't force it to happen.  Why butt into the lives of busy folks?  Furthermore, just take a look at what the tempted teenagers are into.  They're all medically doped, absorbed with kill games, and yet some determined ones enlist in the Navy, being better built than this old man.  And isn't that what family is for--to be assholes?  Not all of them, or all of the time.  When my Grandma was in her 80's and chain-smoked with us, she drove me so crazy that I hid in my room at times, telling her beforehand that I was going to the track and bet on the ponies.  Thus, who needs more interruptions while staying alive?  Go watch the last Rambo movie and see how it works out for you.  

Physicians & Attorneys bombed on psychotropic medication

   
   "Physicians & Attorneys bombed on psychotropic medication"
   
   Should you be allowed to practice law or medicine if you're imbibing psychotropic medication?  I know attorneys that drink the shit out of it, feed their fat heads with tons of psychotropic medication; plus, I know medical students that do it as well--WTF?
   How many people in this country take something, especially pharmaceutical pushed garbage?  2/3--at the minimum.  Moreover, they're total drunks, like some Deputy Dawgs I know.  
   Look at Kennedy's medical records?  What did the last President take?  Yet non-FDA inspected substances of potent purity are banned, because fools party, play video games where all they do is murder people, and frequently flog the bishop to the gyrating images of exploited young women and men.  Physicians lock us into a prescription protocol that has no damn right to be dictated by the deep state.  You've seen the drug pushers in the doc's office, carrying suitcases full of contagion--you don't think they get reports back; plus, kickbacks?  
   We got along just fine, and even better at times when America was a Free Country.  Now, it's all about control, the common people getting engulfed in a quicksand mire, losing their status, as our handlers merge and herd us into a global web of corruption.  The Ten Commandments, if followed--allowed a people to retain their geography, from everlasting to everlasting--that was the deal.  If America continues to break the True Law; next, we will be sucked and stuck into a binding glue.  Oh screw it--just go ahead and burn the Bill of Rights, for Congress thinks we're all nothing, when they cheat on their wives, spit on the Flag, and massively import people, not out of love, but for political purpose.

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