Thoracic Animus (9)

   
   "Thoracic Animus (9)"
   
   The boys in the backwoods of Tennessee had severe animus concerning American, pseudo-local law in Tennessee, saying:  "Boy, California ain't shit.  We got the best herb growing in the backwoods of Tennessee."  And Mutt didn't need it for his colonoscopy--his fifth, but only to hunt Hairy Man, that sum bitch (the sum of all bitches), harassing the Six Million Dollar Man, him being worth more than millions since the 1970's, like a few billion in these here years.  And 3-D printing and nanotechnology; plus, all that curvaceous android crap is the TECHNOLOGY of angels fallen, or gremlins within; regardless, Eisenhower and Jackie Gleason with Nixon know how to use it, resonating from a celestial grave, being reborn or not, but affecting.  "Junior, remind me to punch your mama in the mouth when I get home."
   So, Mutt's crazy Uncle wanted a Hairy Man pelt, but Bigfoot is a tricky bastard, and does he like bananas?  That's the real question--is he ape, or beyond?  Tarzan knows not, but he had the blade--steel, and the apes retreated.
   If only Iron Man drank plenty of his alcoholism and defeated Doctor Doom properly, once and for all, with a Four's Fantastic help, though the Human Torch is blonde and beautiful, as is his sister, and yes, gentleman prefer blondes, even watching Marilyn Monroe catch horses for dog food.
   But nothing compares to the innocent essence of adolescent cruel, like S. E. Hinton, knowing the minds of teenage boys, as she was a teenage girl, knowing Pony Boy doesn't pester pussy, but respects it, giving it dignity, and do I sound dirty, but filth is found in the paradox of placing grenades in holy places, if that holy place wants to behead and kill.  Pride is rebellion against God.  Who are you to be proud, when you forged not yourself into existence?  Therefore, be pleased with God, and follow the true Law, or your land is absolutely absent.
   Mutt saw a Bigfoot, but wearing a rabbit's foot around its neck, he couldn't crossbow it.  His Uncle went:  "Shit Mutt.  We could've bagged a Bigfoot buddy."
   Mutt didn't care.  Let live and let love.