Money 4 Scarlet Market

   Money 4 Scarlet Market 

   Larry and the quasi-Mason pseudo-Nancy Brown and Notary Fraud on Highway 70.  Some soul needed Mom's ichor (possibly) or parts ya say and ya'll collect the cash.  Maybe not.  What was I giving her?  I tainted her and me.  Or maybe not.  Enjoy what u cannot control.   And silly phoney Joanie--they'll waste u too, metaphorically.  U didn't even have a buzz-cutt as expected. 
    Read the Eagle's Epistles.  If u turn on ur family--you'll be in bondage for eternity.
   Hey ACLU!  In the Confessional at Saint Matthews in Franklin they tell people nasty shit about sex.  I'll testify.  Or maybe I won't.  Doctors, thank you sirs.  Besides the schmos. 

TY Christos

   TY Christos

   Pop Stars and the French.  Guess "Field of Dreams" wasn't exactly speculative fiction.  
   Je vous merci.  Oops, one more time, yet class is true grit and gives merit. 
   He came not to bring peace, but a sword--Blake loved that quote, the mere tradesman as mentioned by a snob dubbed Fraiser Crane, but he'd be great to have a Bud Heavy with. 
   All in all, got nothing without Jesus.  The Epistle of John was it--who was he talking to?  Maybe you brothers and sisters. 

Red, White, Blue Doves

     
   Red, White, Blue Doves

   Remember Hacksaw Jim; moreover, guy played ball at SMU, and the crowd would chant:  "USA!"

   Mom always said she liked that.  My friend Jesse's Dad said Hacksaw looked crazy carrying that two-by-four.  It's wrestling.  Real entertainment.

   Miss my kid.  I saw him struggle with his conscience when I explained to him about philosophically cool things.  Mom always wanted him to live with us; however, we were put in charge of ferrying other people's children, as if their servants; still, we love them, and did our jobs; thus, why are they mad at us for obeying our entire lives?  Was it not enough?

   Bertha fought.  Drank coffee by the gallon.  Laughed.  Watched Sci-Fi.  Grandmas have the best of love.  I ponder La Sainte Vierge's Mom.  I bet she was great.  Kinda reminds me of the old lady in that Vin Diesel movie, yet she wasn't all that cool.  I always got along with the elderly.  People in need love everyone.  Saw an old man get ketchup (Heinz) when I first moved to Little Rock near 1980.  All he got was the ketchup.  He was beautiful.

   Reading a book on werecats.  Heck, they got were-everything nowadays.  It's not nice to thieve people's hard-earned or deserved finances.  Maybe somebody will do it to you.  Always give a hobo a dollar, and Bertha fed them; plus, as I mentioned, coffee.  She always had her coffee.  Love ya Bert.  You too Pap.  You guys were like my parents.  

God is Good, Cap

   God is Good, Cap

   Oh well--people just keep up with the nasty.  My Father is not very happy.  What u sow--you reap. We know Miyagi--Karate for defense only.  Why make us defend ourselves?
   And ladies, if u lust--well, just be brave enough to ask.  God rewards the brave--only they get into Valhalla. And Bragi is admitted into all realms.
   I know everybody knows.  Get over it.  Go fishing.  Listen to Chopin.  U attack due to fear.  You're afraid.  Love comes in peace.  Don't be a schmo.  Rosie already put nuclear contagion in my pasta.  I always loved Rosie, but she is a naughty lass, transcending curvaceous, and eclipses Mother Moon, or so she thought.
   My Father lets Mom have the reckoning. 

Android, even mutant rights

   ANDROID, EVEN MUTANT RIGHTS

   Holy Fire--where is Professor X?  I believe people are being discriminated against by Belle Meade attorneys.  Good thing about lawyers--they all hate each other
   People should speak up about discrimination.  We should file lawsuits against workplaces that won't hire.  And adopting dogs is always a splendid idea.  
   Just nice to know certain spirits have a Father that hears and answers.  So,  ask ur Father--He'll kick their butts.  God has a sense of humor. 

Cap/Turtle Wax

   CAP/TURTLE WAX

   Old Avengers.  Raygun Era.  Captain America (the coolest) waxing his 1776 shield and Captain Marvel makes the first flirt, in the New York snowstorm.  Nice.
   He hung out with Nomad, the roof-hopping Falcon in green before the wings,  Bucky, and Match-Head as a robot was there at times, in a way. 
   Talked to an angel today.  She's shy.  Just friendly chatter--I got couth, and most people have multiple identities Mr. Daity and Tonya Clan.  Oh well, told the allegorical angel I might get Snoopy or Huckleberry Hound on my arm.  She said:  "Don't forget the bird."
   It is Canary-Yellow, like unto an elf-birthing Goldfinch.

Rock and Roll Mothers

ROCK AND ROLL MOTHERS

   Don't worry, unless u r imbibing synthetic American Pie, drinking Saint Matthew's Kool-Aid in Franklin, or are a gnome dubbed Sabrina that gave an obedient woman poison.  You're dead Sabrina, allegorically.  

   He never made her money.  If his children's children hoard it, well--no more light in the Jack-O-Lantern, as if it was ever lit.  And I'll be Jack today.  He'll take my hits.  U know I can do it Rosie.

   Don't kill ur Mother.  Watch a Lifetime movie.   She'll get u from the Celestial Sphere, shielded by the Sublime Perimeter. 
   Damn, dogs luv 2 eat.  So, sisters, here's 2 ur futurity.  If ya fear and luv God--the babies are gorgeous, and hubby doesn't pester.  Theotokos, giver of Light--Glory to YOU!