Crystalline Cool (40)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (40)'"
   
   It's called a novella, dumb ass.  Not a little book; however, the little wolf, as Dad knew--much more dangerous, stealing fire from the gods, making you grow old to identify with sin.  
   Sister Lucia dos Santos, of Fatima, knowing:  the final battle between the Lord and the serpent-head will be over family; specifically, it involves unjust marriage--She (Mother) said it, not me.
   And I can prove ye women are angels, for you are always harping on men, as a Bishop had instructed Dad through the echo-location of a black and white with rabbit ears, getting the more amiable current before the cloud that rains mistakes, yet truth--in semi-totality.
   Pappy Boyington knew a fighter pilot having shot down his own aircraft.  In trouble, redneck whooped, for there is a REDNECK FACTOR that outshines, and a Mayberry Man full of alcohol, and you condemn as not to be condemned--interesting.  The adder slithers well in you.  
   Dad was not perplexed.  Did not live in time.  No present--no gift.  No past or future, yet everlasting eternity is where the Apache did reside.  A man can be an attorney, an artillery officer, an FBI agent, yet nothing makes him a bad ass, nothing save serving five years in prison.  
   When you've endured any form of incarceration and survived by faith; next, you are a maximum bad ass.  Any fool can carry 100 pounds on his back for ten miles, but can they endure sodomy and perpetual cruel, without a toast of brotherhood at the end of the day?  Nope.  You are infinitely and sincerely weak.  Controlled by the stars.  Manipulated by horoscopes.  Slaves.
   Yet One Man went into the Underworld.  Lit it up!!!  Conquered the axioms of man.  Dad knew; plus, believed.  And in believing, ate a cupcake frosted in high amounts of sugar--for the heaven of it, believing in Christmas.  What a joyful noise unto the Lord, wise Solomon; moreover, red-designed Son of David, wending from fire into everlasting water.  Ice on the fertile move.