I have cookies

   I'm supposed to say:  I have cookies. 
   OK Alex Jones.  Turmeric and silver are good.  Though nothing is good save God said Jesus. Get pure zinc and lather it over pineal portion.  Then lemon oil, peppermint, whatever, yet lavender is for novices.
   Don't mind the dragon ladies.  I don't like the bugs.  Dragons shouldn't make pacts with bugs.  There's a shitload in Springfield, Colorado.
   Allegory from a quasi-albino.  I wrote Rand, ACLJ, TBI.  Larry and Scottie-too-hottie went into my room and started looking and fooling with my window.  Gun City USA housed pot-smoking Steve Brown along with firearms.  Larry Daity/Baity was investigated by ATF.  Had Mom removing boxes of ammunition from attic, years and years ago.  Hey Tonja. 
   Scottie always told me about parasites and cackled.  Nancy, how hard did u try to lock my Mother up?  For years.  Thanks for letting me raise Francis and the Trust Fund. Next time, take me to the Notary on Highway 70 like u did unsound mind and body Mom jacked up on every medication Dr.  Edwards knows. 
   I told Rand they could inject me with truth serum, that sodium whatever, but high copper content makes machines go wacky.  
   U know how many times Dr. Grenier/Crank wanted to have me infused with iron.  High levels of that shit kills certain people.  U phonies.  Just like Surgeon General Elders.  A real Hippocrates

Not this ship, sister

   Not this ship, sister

   Sorry for technical glitches lately--authoring like a college grad.  No semi-colons, conjunctuve adverbs, transitional phrases, replacements for coordinating conjunctions, and seeming mistakes, etc., --there's an actual list all u Scotti-too-hottie types.  Well, at least Jimmy's wife likes u more than him, possibly.
   So, tracked and wacked phone is all I got, no more super-symmetry out here in the Bush with the Crocodile Dundee people--lovely ladies. 
   House of Gold goes the Litany of a Mom. Nice women that don't try to make u gravitate, yet copper wire runs both ways.  U can basically put a picture of Snoopy in one end and it will travel to the other--get the gist of it minus blood people.  They're attempting to feed its high conductivity, yet ur new friend is not so nice.  Like the phony physicians who after having fed my Mother all the paralyzing anti-psychotics get a free steak dinner every month from the drug companies.  I asked my doctor if ginkgo or green tea did anything, as a test before metaphorically calling Orson Welles. 
He's like:  Nope.  Bub, even a simple picture of blue on paper can be measured on levels of frequency, so get over rocks being for jocks, when minerals charge water and the body is basically electricity.
   King David found him when he cried in Psalms about "where are the brave?"
   His name is Jesus Christ.  Don't do it Jesus--u can hear Mary say with that Motherly look in Her eyes.  He knew He could.  So He pissed off a lot of people and didn't make his wife clean toilets.  The Author of Life was no so-called social activist Bubba.  My Mother kept her mouth shut and it got her killed even faster. 
   I came not to bring peace, but a sword.  Thank God for Blake's phony mental illness. A mere tradesman, spit on by the elite.  And he would not give up his God, perishing an impoverished old man. 

Bandit Raphael King

   
   Bandit Raphael King

   Kinda like my dog.  Schatzi was killed when I was a kid.  Rufus supposedly hung himself.  Of course one month into Mom's second marriage she became suicidal, wanting to drive off a cliff--the obscene phone calls were an inside job, not to mention the animal deaths. 
   Bandit survived being crushed in the chair by phony Marie with her obese-longing for complex carbohydrates and thuggery.  Mom screamed and I dashed in to halt the insidious scenario:  "You're going to kill the baby. "  Mom always called Bandit Mama's Baby.  Then Marie's peach pit attempt, kinda a cyanide solution, her always bragging as she subject Mom to the insidious ID Channel incessantly, that she knew how to get away with crimes.  These among other complaints were made aware to Sheriff Jeff Long, former FBI, and you know what they do to Our Commander in Chief. 
   But I guess folk have always been okay with murdering my animals.  Right Bubba? 
   I was offered a place once, buy not her.  
   A good way to hurt a metaphorical alien is to kill their animals.  Whose the real racist?  What a freaking great job you guys have done with planet Earth. 
   So, living in the woods for over 3 months after Steve Brown's failed assassination attempt for an approximate 7,2000 hundred and Scott forged 7,500 on a note, a decent artist and quintessentially money grubbing attorney.  Bubba got Mom's Social Security money every month for 7 years, not to mention what the Notary Fraud gave him--all ignored by Sheriff Jeff Long.
   I had to spend my Federal money on Mom's good stuff, yet Bubba did buy Gatorade, and plenty.  
   The doctors and nurses said anything Non-FDA approved like turmeric root, green tea, B-Complex, Ginseng, Ginkgo--it would not help.  So I guess with an initial diagnosis of Alzheimer's Stage Four by Dr.  David Edwards, years and years ago, give her 100MG of anti-psychotic Seroquel, 4 doses of another dubbed Haldol, and 4MG of Xanax on top.  Sounds like malpractice, and I took care of Mom 24/7 while the thugs talked to Uncle Marcus and did nothing, more or less.  Was there poison involved?  I'm not just talking the medication.  Oh yeah, 15MG of Lexapro too.  U know, an SSRI that the kids take before shooting up schools.  
   Oh well, I keep Bandit away from sleaze, give her Elderberry treats, doggie Vitamins, water from pure sources and she's about 11 and still tough.  A little slower, after her own assassination attempts.  
    I know they think I'm arrogant.  How about shy?  How about nice until people treated my Mother like shit without being able to hide it?  I never minded the bullies.  But that toxicity didn't fly when I watched as it was poured down an angel's throat, and her dog--Bandit.  Old ladies and dogs, you're a real tough guy Scott.  Dave King was right:  Why do u want to be a pretentious attorney?
   I love the verbal promises.  Living in the woods isgreat.  Being run out and considered really sick physically, you guys are real heroes.  No complaints.  Dr. Strange from the Avengers will be the new surgeon general. 

Chilli-Schmos

   Chilli-Schmos

   I took a portion of the beer to crime lab.  Possibly.  Manager said:  I've had enough--call him. 
   In the Name of Love--and this is what we get.  Ten simple Laws is too much?  What attorney even knows them or how to change the oil in his car? 
   My Mother's relative:  If u are my people, why would you have me hand myself up to them?  My sibling detests ur children and casts insults--I find them entertaining. 
   There is nothing concealed which He will not uncover.  Hearken unto the Father that begat you, and despise not your Mother when she grows old.  I guess Solomon is not too appreciated today. 

Petrovic

   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

   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--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. "