Good for Bob Marley

   
   "Good for Bob Marley"
   
   Listen to the lyrics--the freaking words:  "But I did not shoot the deputy."  It's a song.  Today, there's plenty worse.  Furthermore--Marley's instruction:  "Your best friend can be your worst enemy; your worst enemy can be your best friend."
   Paranoia?  Why?  You surgically say those words due to the axiom that he has got YOUR crooked number.  He knows you're a rat bastard.  So, my mouth is like Nixon's.  A quote from Nixon, or by Nixon, rather:  "Damn."  You heard me.
   They look at my Driver's License @ the grocery market if I buy a pint of Australian beer.  I say:  "1972, year of Richard Nixon."  They look at me like I'm mentally ill; however, they are just plain stupid.  Bush League college graduates--more or less.  What, you read THE CATCHER IN THE RYE and got wasted for four years, but didn't like Holden Caulfield?  I think Jesus might have liked him.  Just saying.  Is it wrong or illegal to be an autodidact?  

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@ Insane Asylum

   
   "@ Insane Asylum"
   
   I never got to meet the Riddler--he spoke in parables, like Jesus--you picking up what I'm putting down?  I don't think so.  Anyway, they'd give this guy amphetamines and anti-psychotics; next, I'd ask him what they gave him--he'd tell me; then, THEY'D (Williamson County--Rolling Hills) say all the drugs were in the same class--giving more bullshit.
   I'd ask the nurses what Bush League schools they went to.  They'd say:  "It's accredited."  And I didn't tell them that so is bat guano.  Then, the Bush League nurses would ask me if I was hallucinating, and I'd basically ask:  "Are you ugly?"  They'd say:  "No."  Therefore, I guess they were hallucinating.  Then, they would try and dope me down, and I'd name off all the classes in which the medications belonged; as a result, they'd ask:  "How do you know all of this?"  I'd say:  "Jesus told me."  They'd ask:  "Are you hallucinating?"  I'd ask:  "Are you ugly?"  And believe me Bubba, they were--in more ways than one.
   Thanks to Belle Meade for fornicating with the Sheriff's Department--a wicked synergy of false testimony, when they were plotting to give mercurial burial.  Just look at Belle Meade's medicine cabinet, their alcohol intake, their porn, their family importing good shit from the West; moreover, the hatred of two decent people.  Everyday, Mom would always pull me aside--every damn day, saying:  "Mark, they said this and that--I'm sorry Francis can't live with us; I guess we'll just have to babysit all of their burdens."  And we did.  Mom and me.  Even saved a spoiled brat from a crazy man at the park.  They don't give a shit, never did.  But they'll call Priests, Doctors, hell-everyone I know.  Too bad their shit stinks real bad, worse than the common man.
   Anyway, Mary watches Her Son pull the weeds, metaphorically.  Nice.  Very nice.   

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Voltaic Junkyard--Paramedics

   
   "Voltaic Junkyard--Paramedics"
   
   Sheila was munching on a slice of Italian pie, just anchovies this time, no gummi bears, feeling less preggers, listening to the bullshit news; however, if you read between the lines--you kinda get the gist of it.  Paramedics report cops wouldn't let them in during the twisted shooting in Florida.  Maybe not pussies armed with inaction.  Maybe paid off.  Occam's Razor suggests they had contact with the FBI; thus, if your local Sheriff was associated with the FBI--he's usually a crook and fink, unless he likes John Wayne movies--in every John Wayne movie, the Duke gets shot in the leg, mostly.
   Sheila didn't care anymore.  Faction this, faction that.  CIA hate FBI, NSA loathe Park Rangers--just go out and read a spy novel or watch a Tom Cruise movie--what, you think America is totally pure and doesn't fuck with its own people?  Yeah, if you're tied into the lies; next, that's what you'll say.  Everyone plays everyone.  It's all agenda.  Paranoia?  Just ask all those parents of the myriads of teenage girls that go missing every year.  Where do they go?  Sitting at Grandma's house eating Chicken Noodle Soup?  At the Temple found by Mary and Joseph?  
   Sheila heard the adversary's voice in her head:  "Just shut up and take your Xanax."  She mentally had Bruce Lee kick him in the mouth; then thought:  "Thanks dude."
   Poor Adam.  Was he figuring things out?  A little brother, so normal, so led by the ways of an intruding world.  The smart man, well--he lives like Grizzly Adams.  Can you blame him?  

Voltaic Junkyard--Speaker of the House

   
   "Voltaic Junkyard--Speaker of the House"
   
   Adam wasn't completely stupid, or he could say:  "I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid."  After his second beer with Roger at the dumpy bar where burdened men went to sip away their sorrows, Adam got a little buzzed, kinda/sorta letting it out on Roger, as if suspecting, or maybe, even knowing the dude was a plant:  "Listen Roger.  In America, we used to have the Red Man, the White Man, and the Black Man; next, in the 1970's, the Yellow Man and Kung-Fu movies; however, now we have--the Sandman.  And at least we can say about the former President--he smoked some good shit, and still does.  All the black people live in tents in Los Angeles because of immigration.  A former Speaker of the House once mentioned that everybody wants to come to America, yet one piece of geography on the planet cannot simply absorb everybody."
   Roger was like:  "What, you watch Face the Nation or something?"
   Adam:  "Do you ever dream man?  Or want to play it genuine?  A phony is somebody who is not themselves.  Maybe I want to be myself.  Maybe I do love my home--the junkyard.  Who is television and bullshit to say it's not good enough?  Just once though, even though she's a girl and my sister--I'd like to pin Sheila in arm wrestling.  Wow, my sister is a strong goddess.  You know what I'm saying?"

At park with Mom and Bandit