Thoracic Animus (1)

   
   "Thoracic Animus (1)"
   
   Mutt didn't mind that his sister said his sophisticated shrink was piling on the bullshit, for he needed fiction to survive, as she stupidly surmised, not knowing, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder with Tics can be a blessing, evading the Soylent Green of contagious contamination, and understanding the allegorical inheritance of PLANET OF THE APES, Heston screaming:  "Get your hands off of me--you damn, filthy ape."  The positive blood of 85%, in approximate fashion being total monkey, unless gelled with Christ's non-metaphorical blood, to be risen on the last day--if I'm not in you; next, you are not in Me, and apart from Me--you can do nothing.
   Mutt resisted the bullying by being vociferous and unmasking, taking it to the underground, being his own Dick of Privacy, and knew that his brother's wife's child was not conceived on Valentine's Day, for that would make her baby due November 13th in surgical fashion--that's a Valentine's Day baby, and if you were absent; then, not your child.  His brother's wife, when also visiting, proved what she was, attempting to orally please him, yet his OCD shrank a mushroom with vivid imagery, for she was a foul-mouthed skank, and Kentucky Fried Chicken U is not Yale, but get the credit card, and make the payments, as the system, run by a shadow government inspires selection through a non-Darwinian process, though preaches it, and we drink the Kool-Aid, too afraid of our First Amendment Right to not offer clear and present danger, fighting words, but it's always ambiguous for Mutt, disregarding his brother's six foot nine, as Mutt's scrawny crazy would knock his dick off, grabbing the scrotum till the urethra exploded a non-seminal discharge of death, but not the Dim Mak--no, not at this time.
   Mutt fancied his physician, and hoped for healing, but washing was keen in Leviticus, and only the Levites could touch Mary (Ark of the Covenant) with prayer, as others had an Oedipus Complex, and Mutt would fight any man, but understood his limitations, having undergone neurological damage from an ambush as the older sibling smacked him uncanny after the BAR Exam, yet insists he's legit, as being a liar is the first agenda taught by crummy law schools not up Northeastern.   
   So, Mutt just kept to himself, while Facebook is the World's Spygame, and denounced social culture for throwing knives, and a glass jaw, but the iron fist, even though his frying pan was coated in copper, though better to channel the crystals, raising a frequency to know the higher vibrations that make the blonde angels arrive.  Hey, it's America, or used to be--a free country, unless you assault a man taking care of his mother, when the rest make a grand exodus, sickened by her sickness.