Petrovic
Could he beat Jordan in one on one? The Dream Team did not win all the gold medals: It is theoretically axiomatic, easily, yet we'll never know. But we do know if we go to Blake's pondered microcosmic Kingdom or Oscar's. The Serbs were guilty of nothing but fake news.
The only soul I corporeality gelled with, resulting in disgust and dermal mites--thank God for Wild Bill, copper wire, heated hot, and they jumped right off. Plus, plenty of cloves kill the eggs, and tobacco kills Ebola. Finland outlawed cigarettes, yet Snus is big there, and saliva duct absorption enters blood stream with more Mercury adorned in Perseus-like winged sandals. But I enjoy the Nordics. Any soul really who admits to the Celestial Truth. None other before the Trinity for me. Hey, the Baptists pounded the Old and New Testament into my brain every morning--thanks be to God.
I went to the Confessional and the creepy Priest and mentioned the Hebrew new year. He said: Mark, we're not Jewish.
I responded: But don't we get all our best stuff from them?
Truly, Christians still read the Old Testament--good. Are Joseph and Jesus not called Sons of David? Was Jesus' awesome Mother not partly from the Levies?
Look, it's all gold--if we are true, not left or right. But as Pilate asked: What is truth?
- In my opinion--it's Christ. The Son of David, from the Divine Line. As David the bard/fighter sang: Bless the Lord O my soul and all that is within me--praise ye the Lord, all the lands.
John Lovitz--Colorado
That's the ticket. Poet Shelley met his doppelganger and perished, yet brave Byron saved heart for Mary. La Sainte Vierge, je vous merci.
Ladies in white--so nice. Maybe Emily the poet, yet 70 Virgins B and the blue/white star Spica--Virgo Constellation.
Went to Domino's 17 times and filled out job applications more than once. Dude, Colorado dopeheads work there--God Bless them. Anyway, ultimately hired and management wanted me even though physicians and Jesuits list me as terminal. A lady there, head manager, had an uncanny similar physiology to John Lovitz--that's the ticket. She had me absent after twenty minutes of cutting pizza crust, and nobody trained me. She is nasty and never got laid properly. I've only been with one person, and the intercourse was hideous as well, yet I never complained about the crabs and dermal mites.
Get over it. So I'm blacklisted by Rosie Brown's Masonic friends breaking bread with Jesuits. Allegory--or dig deep and admit. King David screamed in Psalms: Where are the brave to help!?!
Jack Kennedy: No colder hell than those that don't choose a side--and I say: A sublime side. Hey Eagle Blonde at Saint Matthews--I noticed u, but they told me in confessional I would die if I mentioned it, more or less. Sorry I drank their Kool-Aid.
Oh well, nobody will hire this stranger. But I ask, metaphorically: You're planet? Get over it?
All u gotta do is be nice and true. U know what will kill me--Love. For a nice lady to make me eye-of-round with onions, garlic, carrots, peas, beef broth and no poison-- and to kiss me sweetly and give a damn. I'd implode due to shock that anyone gave a damn.
Sparky Puma--and me
Sparky Puma met her creator--an altruistic, kinda, wackadoodle, yet so is the Savage Man and GMAN, best un-owned voices on resonating radio. They seem to have no faction, and Sparky Puma knows that vibrating feeling, yet she never used Direct Current for personal pleasure--a classy lady. Loves dogs.
She knew many O minus stuff was put into so-called soldiers, yet that stuff is not the rare and stubborn shit--just uncommon. Her ex-hubby was given a pint, as if that would give him power over her unique pussalicious feline that didn't need Sheriff Jeff Long and 5 witnessing deputies empirically observing as the 5th Amendment was thieved by Kevin Feltner-dolt, instructed by crooked attorneys, and she has the medical records. Like punk cops in Jersey that punch out little though maybe obnoxious girls, instead of having enough Viking scrotal potency to black-jack a child molester.
Sparky Puma had the deck stacked against her from the beginning because she knew Abraham intrinsically. As Jesus and Jack Kennedy both kinda said: "We are strangers here. "
But Sparky Puma knew God is good, and that as the one man Jesus loved mentioned, the Eagle himself: "The LIGHT cometh, and the darkness comprehends it not. "
Did u sell Mom's parts
Her blood was worth a fortune, especially mixed with Wheaten blood. All metaphor and allegory--she loved her puppy.
Dr. Grenier/Crank 40 MG of zyprex, thank God I never took it more than a week. Mom yelling at me: Wake up! Wake up!
I was a zombie with no clarity.
Freudian slips. He knew my ex-wife's name and I never mentioned it in the first year. Lived where I always lived.
Told me about Hindu meditation--hey man, Jesus Christ is for me.
Was the Notary Fraud about donating Mom? Red Market?
Oh well. I pray and wash and love my God in a Free America. I like Trump.
I also have a Bill of Rights. No crimes.
People are nasty. But, God Bless.
Phony Family
Mark. u have a Trust Fund. Mark, ur Dad left u modest financial security. Mark, take these opiates. Mark, you'll be dead soon.
Should I go on? Never got a dime. Never became addicted, though my attorney brother wasn't shy about asking for pills.
Too, never died five years ago like the Priests at Saint Matthews kept telling me.
Guess what pills I take now? Nothing.
Oh well. Are there any nice people? I'm blacklisted. Filled out every job application,
even for cleaning toilets. Nothing. Thanks Nancy Brown. Mom always told me not to eat ur "special" meals--the next day getting a Remicade Infusion. It's on record toots.
If I was still on that--I'd be dead. Haven't taken any in over ten years.
So, I'm fed phony bologna about living arrangements. Not allowed to go to my house. Blacklisted. Called wacky. If I am, didn't W. Bush sign the American with Disabilities Act?
Guess it doesn't apply to me.
Gotta see the new Han Solo movie. Looks old school. God Bless. And thank so many of you for proving how much anger you have.
Butch and Sundance
Who the hell are these guys? My old man, the few times I got to see him minus the antagonizer and thief concerning my gifts from a loving father--well, he loved Newman and Redford.
Who the hell are these guys? There's rules to fighting. What a great movie. Jumping off the cliff.
I ask: Where do people buy their poison at? They seem to carry it in every bar I go.
God Bless them. Or not.
Angela M King--illegal alias?
Hope she's not fooled good government, or lives in a house needing to be condemned, infected with mice and rats--also, stuff called wax, torched and imbibed by children? Hope she wouldn't do that.
Or sex with--well--read Faulkner.
I have it all written down.
Good Marine passed. It wasn't his fault.
Pray for peace, yet know some Romans polluted the Holy Text. Not all--many are sublime. Jesus is a fighter full of love. Not a social advocate without supreme power. Praise Jesus.
