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A Non-Royal Wedding

   
   "A Non-Royal Wedding"
   
    What did my pseudo-relative imply?  The cousins and aunts and uncles are all jealous.  Never talked to us after seeing our splendor.  She is a debutante after all.  Our wealth and status.  My biggest dilemma, a Tesla or a Mercedes--and your mother suffers like that?  A physician asks.
   No physical therapy for two years.  Haldol shoved down her throat.  We all gotta die sometime, they tell me.  Bleeding, phobias, bullying, pestering like:  You can't win an argument with a lawyer and all.  You're gonna die, just accept it.
    Your Dad left you an inheritance; next, no he didn't.  Forked tongue.  Reptilian.  Take the lady, of no sound mind at the time, to a Notary.  Follow the money Feds.  Follow the abuse and neglect. Follow the money Feds.  
   He's not worthy.  No dude, you're not sick.  You are.  You gotta die.  You're outta the house.  They're jealous of us.  Our wealth--our status.
   We all heard Mark Twain calling Bullshit years ago, but never listened.  
   Jesus had plenty of sex.  The Virgin is a witch.  King David is full of shit.  We hate Saint Paul. 
   Why don't they just castrate Priests?  You're not sick.  You are.  We love you.  
   Thank you Saint Joan of Arc.  Thank you Christ, for unmasking . . .

Holy Fire--stranger than fiction!

   
   "Holy Fire--stranger than fiction!"
   
   Chopra's new book on the Universe would make Jango Fett sweat under his hairy pits.  Step out of yourself--examine your past, everyday too, knowing:  there are no coincidences in life, and my family is no coincidence.  They've been feeding Mom and me mantras over and over and over.      
   "You're your own worst enemy.  You're too close to your mother.  You never did that.  The Cowboys never won the Superbowl.  You're not sick, for you just have a vivid imagination and drink lots of coffee."
   Yeah, I forgive, for they're controlled.  One of my relatives put me in the hospital twice.  My Mom said:  "Don't eat her food."  I did twice; next, hooked up to a chemo-like infusion for hours.  The other took LSD and laid in a sleep-deprivation tank; plus, numerous hits of X.  He's in the losing Illuminati now.  He ate some mushrooms in Carolina, and my other relative said he's gonna be slithering around like a reptile.  Makes sense.
   Plus, there's Barney Fife and Andy Griffith--I'm just repeating what the filthy rich relative laughingly said.  A Goober Pyle spotted some aliens, and got arrested.  Now looky here boy, you got yourself them hairy men, like Esau, the reptilians, the Nordics, and the greys who like to give colonoscopies with conscious sedation.  Too, the fish people, and boy, hairy men don't like them reptiles.
   1st Amendment Law, and I was told by an attorney that I had no 1st Amendment Rights for penning prose, which was ambiguous.  1.)  No clear and present danger.  2.)  No fighting words.  And 3.)  If it's ambiguous--it's okay. 
   But nowadays, you can pretend to kill the President and nobody cares.  Hell boy--get some Federal Marshals on it.    

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Kooky Lucy Frost (8)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (8)"
   
   Kooky Lucy Frost and her cascading dirty-blonde, yet so golden and clean underneath; plus, her forest-green eyes and X-Factor of bizarre blood, science not even able to totally prove it, as the FDA shoots down vitamins to kill the weak--not minding the nonsense and Illuminati's iniquitous treasure trove; anyway, Lucy sat non-Freudian style across from her psychiatrist, knowing Jesus always ran away from His Mother to find His Father, and that King Solomon mentioned:  "Hearken unto the father that begat you, and despise not your mother when she grows old."  Freud and his bullshit, not knowing Rh negatives can't be traced, completely, though monitored, and that psychiatry was the invention of witches; still, true blue bloods can be rebels, raging against the FDA's newly approved electric shock treatment for depression.  Lucky for her that she was just kooky.  Too stupid to be depressed.  And ignorance and stupidity can be a blessing.  Just ask James Joyce, knowing:  "A rise every morning out of standfast Dick."  Anyway, the conversation ignited in blue ice.

DOCTOR
As I suspected, your blood is extremely rare.  Remember Sun Tzu . . .

LUCY
Sun who?

DOCTOR
Just remember--size and numbers don't matter.  And I will add my own knowledge--it is spirit and frequency, though know--spirit is white and platinum, confessing, and never hiding in the darkness.

LUCY
What does this mean?

DOCTOR
It means you are protected, though will suffer.  Like Tim Tebow, even though he drinks Martin Luther's Kool-Aid, he still had a Christian mother, and the True Mother is the Light, but that has not been canonized, meant for the chosen, as are you.  I see here that you were screwed out of two Wills having been written, by a father's wife, not your mother, and by a mother's husband--not your true father.  And if you read Shakespeare, you will see that a step-youth is always screwed concerning inheritance, but the greedy get paid back with Crohn's gone like Snoop Dog in their oral cavity.  And if they do repent and follow the Gospels; next, it is forgiven; on the flip side, if they go to death pissed, they will inherit their own shadows and secret greed.  Like Edison stole patents, killed Tesla, inventing the first electric chair, proving DC better than AC, yet we now know, for a prophet that is 0- is never respected in his own time.

LUCY
What they hell are you talking about?

DOCTOR
Miss Lucy Frost, the government has threatened me over you, but I have my own friends; thus, eat your Lucky Charms, be a Notre Dame fan, and don't trust anybody, not even if you have to.  For you are your own Universe amid the Multiverse, and God wants you to shine.  If I was younger, I'd make a pass, but I'd be sincere, for I am of your blood.

LUCY
So, what now?

DOCTOR
Pray.  Sing to the God of Light.  Sing to the WHITE of the Virgin--as white as snow, as King David begged God to be, him the first confessor, always mentioning his mistakes, wailing about his sins, but knowing:  God does not chide always at those that fear Him, and if you praise the Light, your youth is restored like an eagles.
  
   Lucy exited, kinda/sorta getting the groove of it all.  

Kooky Lucy Frost (7)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (7)"
   
   Lucy Frost and Pap shared a synergy of sauerkraut and beef sausage, spiced to the max baby. 
   @ the dinner table, a fine cherry-wood ensemble, Pap let her in on all the neglect and abuse she had denied, after her informing him of her new intuitive knowledge initiated by an altruistic physician, though her Big Appointment was 2morrow.  
   Anyway, Pap mentioned a few things, like how family always said she was incarnate, and should let out her lusts, not knowing--she possessed none, being very poor in spirit.  Her path and bizarre nature was gravely misunderstood by them; thus, thinking she wanted what they had, they attempted to force her onto their path.  But she would not be initiated.  Taking crummy jobs, and suffering with faith and hope in the Christ Consciousness, hoping that people actually gave a damn about the shapeless divinity of it ALL.
   Furthermore, Pap said they couldn't understand how she didn't want to compete.  But her gifts were beauty, resistance to pain, yet too much trust, believing the monkeys that always rattled her cage, attempting to drag her to the peanut-eating circus.  But he reminded:  hell hath no fury like a woman in scalding white scorned, armed with an azure burn--the blue being the hottest part of the flame.  Not exactly a mother's revenge, but more like a renegade's reckoning.  So, he told Lucy to lift up her chin, for as a crazy South American once said:  "Sad is a man with no friends; sadder is a man with no enemies."  

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