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"Werewolf Conscience. (Little Lowell)"
Having Saint Michael cruelly remove the wolf-like spirit in my poetic books was blasphemy. I understand that now; alas, my further pulsating prose will focus on the charming conscience of the quasi-canine, knowing there resides a struggle within--a sincere urge to embrace sublimity save around vampirish thirst.
And none of my books have displayed blood-suckers, though the titles may make one assume such.
Never hunted a day in my life--fished in the Atlantic, Arkansas, and Tennessee. The haunt remains due to a cursed digestive tract. 15 years of losing blood and physical anguish. And the witches--holy shit. Past encounters with dissolute females able to, with much mercury, render a man infertile.
Wonder: self-sufficiency & a social life. Neurotic, yet late 90's half-hour comedies offered comedic pause and still enchant. Too, vertical leap @ 14 was 34 inches. But after 2 fractures freshmen year--went into exile, enduring long travels to home of my Grandparents, their Old Country, Serbian/German Eyes sparkling with unearthly worry and wisdom. Need a beer now . . .
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Saints & Werewolves
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"Saints & Werewolves"
Whether cynocephalus or ultra lycanthropy--the Catholic and some Orthodox Saints have an esoteric connection here.
Of course, Saint Francis is the coolest--in almost every way. Mystic, ascetic, beggar, and friend of the werewolf, kinda. He gently offered sublime mercy to the Wolf of Gubbio; as a result--the carnivorous beast gelled with gorgeous dog-like calm. Read all about Saint Francis, the Wolf of Gubbio, & the Virgin Herself @ GREEN EUNUCH--my Blog Series.
Anyway, Marco Polo encountered many canine-headed hybrids in his travels, yet while not a Saint--he, more or less, gave us pasta. Too, the emerald-hued Saint Patrick wends wolfways. Though not recognized by the mysterious Catholic Church--Internet Lore suggests that most Saints have the ability to transform us into werewolves. Was Saint Christopher a member of the pack? Unrecognized, toothy, and sincerely loves to travel. Like Charley.
"Saints & Werewolves"
Whether cynocephalus or ultra lycanthropy--the Catholic and some Orthodox Saints have an esoteric connection here.
Of course, Saint Francis is the coolest--in almost every way. Mystic, ascetic, beggar, and friend of the werewolf, kinda. He gently offered sublime mercy to the Wolf of Gubbio; as a result--the carnivorous beast gelled with gorgeous dog-like calm. Read all about Saint Francis, the Wolf of Gubbio, & the Virgin Herself @ GREEN EUNUCH--my Blog Series.
Anyway, Marco Polo encountered many canine-headed hybrids in his travels, yet while not a Saint--he, more or less, gave us pasta. Too, the emerald-hued Saint Patrick wends wolfways. Though not recognized by the mysterious Catholic Church--Internet Lore suggests that most Saints have the ability to transform us into werewolves. Was Saint Christopher a member of the pack? Unrecognized, toothy, and sincerely loves to travel. Like Charley.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Diet Doesn't Matter--Bupkis
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"Diet Doesn't Matter--Bupkis"
Of course--eating healthy does not make a difference in obtaining superior health, for you might be manipulated by a genetic disposition to monstrously mass outwards, becoming a red-shirt Albert.
If foods can move your blood sugar, obese you till horizontally ALL-EXPANDING; next, rot your incisors, thin your hair, and offer a morphing myriad of other Munsters-acquired oddities; then, diet too--can heal you.
Radical Remission, nearly (so the Internet Blogs) 70% of it, has been linked to alteration of diet; plus, the ingestion of differing herbs & spices. But cool. I guess like a physician once privately announced to my doltish self: "The garden-variety medical school rarely offers esoteric knowledge."
But I ingest tobacco. I'm no better. Possibly, it keeps me a bit thin; alas, wends the imperfection even in a bit of counterpoise. I hear chronic use of the Twinkie is dangerous.
"Diet Doesn't Matter--Bupkis"
Of course--eating healthy does not make a difference in obtaining superior health, for you might be manipulated by a genetic disposition to monstrously mass outwards, becoming a red-shirt Albert.
If foods can move your blood sugar, obese you till horizontally ALL-EXPANDING; next, rot your incisors, thin your hair, and offer a morphing myriad of other Munsters-acquired oddities; then, diet too--can heal you.
Radical Remission, nearly (so the Internet Blogs) 70% of it, has been linked to alteration of diet; plus, the ingestion of differing herbs & spices. But cool. I guess like a physician once privately announced to my doltish self: "The garden-variety medical school rarely offers esoteric knowledge."
But I ingest tobacco. I'm no better. Possibly, it keeps me a bit thin; alas, wends the imperfection even in a bit of counterpoise. I hear chronic use of the Twinkie is dangerous.
Friday, August 15, 2014
COYOTE MOON (A Buffy Book)--by Vornholt
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"COYOTE MOON (A Buffy Book)--by Vornholt"
Some fancy tradition. Kristy Swanson may always be the real incarnation of Buffy the Vampire Slayer; moreover, myriads are fascinated by the mischievous intelligence of the coyote, it lacking the mighty size of a hungry wolf; still, this carnivorous quasi-canine knows how to dodge quicksilver, finding much contentment by way of its highly virile charm and superior digestive tract.
Anyway, COYOTE MOON (A Buffy Book), showcases the honey-blond and her saintly quest to hunt down all monstrous evil-doers; plus, coyote lore is interestingly mentioned. Maybe not worthy of the Pulitzer Prize, but so totally the Bram Stoker Award; alas, there are many hormone-fueled folk believing that "PORKY'S 2: The Next Day" dashingly deserved the Academy Award. Dunno.
"COYOTE MOON (A Buffy Book)--by Vornholt"
Some fancy tradition. Kristy Swanson may always be the real incarnation of Buffy the Vampire Slayer; moreover, myriads are fascinated by the mischievous intelligence of the coyote, it lacking the mighty size of a hungry wolf; still, this carnivorous quasi-canine knows how to dodge quicksilver, finding much contentment by way of its highly virile charm and superior digestive tract.
Anyway, COYOTE MOON (A Buffy Book), showcases the honey-blond and her saintly quest to hunt down all monstrous evil-doers; plus, coyote lore is interestingly mentioned. Maybe not worthy of the Pulitzer Prize, but so totally the Bram Stoker Award; alas, there are many hormone-fueled folk believing that "PORKY'S 2: The Next Day" dashingly deserved the Academy Award. Dunno.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Humanoid Reptiles In The American South
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"Humanoid Reptiles In The American South"
After intentionally absorbing Faulkner's "Absalom, Absalom!" I know: the gods do exist; still, Faulkner himself basically flunked outta high school, farted around; next, imbibed toxic comprehension of the geography in which he did reside, outshining the fabrication of fact concerning superior generals leading the emaciated & enlisted into corporeal destruction.
A skinny ass ectomorph, snake-like man, bloated in the behemoth belly reminds of a slimy viper after having selfishly ingested an innocent, mammalian meal. But once so disfigured by rancorous venom, the reptile becomes disinterested, in fact, FREAKED by their vicious art of mutating a lamb-like victim; hence, they manifest NEGLECT--thank the gods.
And as Faulkner's ambiguous yet sublime scribble carries onward--he knows: "Were they courageous--yes. But they lacked pity & mercy."
Nevertheless--the American South may rise again. Surely, they have the pseudo-industry of cotton. The perpetual manufacture of tampons will keep them golden.
"Humanoid Reptiles In The American South"
After intentionally absorbing Faulkner's "Absalom, Absalom!" I know: the gods do exist; still, Faulkner himself basically flunked outta high school, farted around; next, imbibed toxic comprehension of the geography in which he did reside, outshining the fabrication of fact concerning superior generals leading the emaciated & enlisted into corporeal destruction.
A skinny ass ectomorph, snake-like man, bloated in the behemoth belly reminds of a slimy viper after having selfishly ingested an innocent, mammalian meal. But once so disfigured by rancorous venom, the reptile becomes disinterested, in fact, FREAKED by their vicious art of mutating a lamb-like victim; hence, they manifest NEGLECT--thank the gods.
And as Faulkner's ambiguous yet sublime scribble carries onward--he knows: "Were they courageous--yes. But they lacked pity & mercy."
Nevertheless--the American South may rise again. Surely, they have the pseudo-industry of cotton. The perpetual manufacture of tampons will keep them golden.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Unearthly Agony of Monstrous Mental Illness
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"Unearthly Agony of Monstrous Mental Illness"
Mental Illness: Schizo-Mode, OCD with Tics, the infamous & stereotypical Bi-Polar, and the worst--Clinical Depression, wanting 2 assassinate yourself perpetually--these things suck Loki's mutated apples made adulterous in front of the god of poetry & eloquence: BRAGI.
Mental Illness is LSD minus euphoria; indeed, euphoria is illegal, even medically, in the American South, where metaphorical chains still resonate with the crispy clasp of ice-cold, ghostly steel.
As a result, all organic & freshly farmed medicines should be available; moreover, legal coke, rotten speed, and even opiate-minded slavery is legal medically; nonetheless, they deny King David, the boldest of all Hebrew Heroes (Bard/Fighter)--him vociferously proclaiming in the King James Book of Psalms: "Herb for the service of man."
And vampires not be as cool as werewolves/werecoyotes. Just say'n.
"Unearthly Agony of Monstrous Mental Illness"
Mental Illness: Schizo-Mode, OCD with Tics, the infamous & stereotypical Bi-Polar, and the worst--Clinical Depression, wanting 2 assassinate yourself perpetually--these things suck Loki's mutated apples made adulterous in front of the god of poetry & eloquence: BRAGI.
Mental Illness is LSD minus euphoria; indeed, euphoria is illegal, even medically, in the American South, where metaphorical chains still resonate with the crispy clasp of ice-cold, ghostly steel.
As a result, all organic & freshly farmed medicines should be available; moreover, legal coke, rotten speed, and even opiate-minded slavery is legal medically; nonetheless, they deny King David, the boldest of all Hebrew Heroes (Bard/Fighter)--him vociferously proclaiming in the King James Book of Psalms: "Herb for the service of man."
And vampires not be as cool as werewolves/werecoyotes. Just say'n.
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
#Nebula Guardians/Galaxy--crappy crayon art
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#Nebula Guardians/Galaxy--crappy crayon art
Don't you dare look at me;
My weirdo artist constructed an asymmetrical cranium--you see!!!
Specifically, my soft, angelic eyes really do display a cerebral capacity that's sweet,
Hoping for a sequel--like Kevin Costner did dub Madonna's concert neat . . .
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#Nebula Guardians/Galaxy--crappy crayon art
Don't you dare look at me;
My weirdo artist constructed an asymmetrical cranium--you see!!!
Specifically, my soft, angelic eyes really do display a cerebral capacity that's sweet,
Hoping for a sequel--like Kevin Costner did dub Madonna's concert neat . . .
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