Staying friends with ex-spouse

   
   "Staying friends with ex-spouse"
    
   Does Trump love the multiple ex?  I disavow any wisdom concerning the matter, for I am in misuse, morphing words into grammatical errors, making Kerouac proud that he fostered, and like a Buddha-styled, Catholic Saint lived with his Mom, and drank himself into euphoria, having a corporeal culmination met with completion of long-draft, a stream of consciousness lovemake.
   But no need to fight with ex.  Sure, a bit of animal-like animosity at ignition; next, a soft solace, marching towards the Platinum Dove, that Good Ghost, knowing God can insert a superior spiritual intellect into your life, and your ex in high heels, stumbling on park rocks with Camel cigarettes perpetually puffed--she is an adorable thing.  Not an emaciated, violated mutant of your mindmake, but a soul prayed for, knowing the adversary in Nordic Polytheism requires comedy.
   Moreover, this is a Universal Church thing.  A commitment to long-suffering and carnal misery--it's called marriage.  And the beauty is the Everlast--that Divine Endurance to say your "Act of Contrition" and Blast Off To God upon preparation for burial.
   So, yes, my ex cracks me up, and I worry about her carnal comedy; nevertheless, the only person you can control in life is yourself, and we are all, sometimes, a weird story written by the Hand of God.