Friday, September 5, 2014
Hating the search for Truth
"Hating the search for Truth"
Balder may have had Dagaz tattooed on his tongue--
Having nightmares is no fun; plus, we may be crazy; we are not dumb;
Specifically, if you seek the Truth and forge its form,
Mischievous entities will attempt to morph your norm;
Thus, remember Christ after healing and demons driving,
For the adversary had to meet him cause stealing the pernicious thriving;
As a result, remember Pilate's quasi-question, concerning what the Truth extracts,
Knowing the antithesis can cause cerebral/spinal attacks.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Tobacco Myths
"Tobacco Myths"
Didn't smoke from age 26-30; nevertheless, lung cancer is possibly lurking, yet esophageal cancer really ignites the suffering.
Tobacco is an anti-oxidant. Tobacco can put Inflammatory Bowel Disease into remission. A portion of the tobacco plant is possibly used in the Quasi-Ebola Vaccine, recently administered to the returning Americans. Snus, a moist form of tobacco, like unto dry snuff, producing no spit-like juices, forged by the Northern Europeans--this seems the wisest.
All the Marlboro men expired in torturous fashion. The regular cigarette might contain not just tobacco leaf, but stems, additives, sweepings off of the warehouse floor and toxic garbage like that. American Spirit Organic tobacco offers the purest form of inhalation, burning longer as the lack of additives don't thieve the ceremonial blaze. The gorgeous, scarlet-hued American Indian didn't roll 'em and chain smoke. Some tribes modestly inhaled the tobacco, allowing it to lace their inner physiology; next, exhale, and the smoke carried the internal prayers to the spiritual realm. But the cowboy became greedy, rolling rolling rolling, and putting lung caner on the historical record.
Smoking robs of Vitamin C; thus, get some Vitamin C in you. Too, drink green or white tea to protect from the aging process. Hard cheese and possibly extract from the kava plant. And gum health is imperative. Floss & brush daily. Soft bristles, gently, and brush the tongue as well, after cleansing the teeth; next, wash toothbrush under hot water.
My German Grandma started smoking @ 16. She chain-smoked till 87 when she ultimately expired. No cancer, but weak breathing and morphine for her elderly pain shut her system down.
If you smoke--don't be greedy. I'm guilty sometimes too. Snus is a great alternative, and 60 MINUTES offered no ominous attacks upon it. Yet again--oral care. Too, any inflammation of gums; next, cease till healed.
The most hilarious of all is an obese woman who brags how she won't even kiss a man if he smokes; then, she eats a box of candy every day, unearths a personal obesity and finds diabetes. It's not axiomatic that if you use tobacco you will get sick from it. But, it is axiomatic that if you eat a shitload of the Oreo Cookie you will morph into a high-sugared, horizontally-challenged passenger on the plane next to me. We all got problems. We all get through. We all die. The human body: Bred for death & food for the Earth. Until the Cyborg Revolution, when we truly become the gods King David did Psalm us to be. And I'm an ass.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Werecoyote Poem
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"WERECOYOTE POEM"
text from African/Irish girl:
u such an alien dude/look, ebony hue, emerald eyes--i'm da bomb/u don't recognize/2, muscular thighs 'n a brain 2 boot/why don't u have ur crescent moon party without me/i'll slay ur waif slut--no shit/gah--u ever read SALINGER!?!
Crescent Moon/Crescent Moon;
Indeed--ignite the babalicious boon;
Alas, the anemic thieves play with my heart,
Mercurially stealing what tears my hide (pelt) apart;
Hence, I will grow in power as Luna evolves full,
Knowing a Harvest Moon instructs my incisors to drool,
And I find the rabbit both inviolate and a tramp,
Mating for physiological climax, yet a dim lamp;
Thus, I outshine the glow of daystar's kiss,
Being a suburban coyote--you get to digest a serpent's kiss.
TOO: WEREWOLF EATS VAMPIRE GIRL "BLOG" offers saintly sublimity merged with passionate Italians gone Catholic--no apostasy there, rather a re-invitation towards the Mystic Messiah--no crap . . .
"WERECOYOTE POEM"
text from African/Irish girl:
u such an alien dude/look, ebony hue, emerald eyes--i'm da bomb/u don't recognize/2, muscular thighs 'n a brain 2 boot/why don't u have ur crescent moon party without me/i'll slay ur waif slut--no shit/gah--u ever read SALINGER!?!
Crescent Moon/Crescent Moon;
Indeed--ignite the babalicious boon;
Alas, the anemic thieves play with my heart,
Mercurially stealing what tears my hide (pelt) apart;
Hence, I will grow in power as Luna evolves full,
Knowing a Harvest Moon instructs my incisors to drool,
And I find the rabbit both inviolate and a tramp,
Mating for physiological climax, yet a dim lamp;
Thus, I outshine the glow of daystar's kiss,
Being a suburban coyote--you get to digest a serpent's kiss.
TOO: WEREWOLF EATS VAMPIRE GIRL "BLOG" offers saintly sublimity merged with passionate Italians gone Catholic--no apostasy there, rather a re-invitation towards the Mystic Messiah--no crap . . .
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Syria--the collective knew
"Syria--the collective knew"
Our American President--methinks: "Cautious/gives a shit, truly."
Christ mentioned modestly praying behind locked doors instead of displaying public adoration. Yet, we all stray, even Christ-followers, gelling with other gods. Gods next to gods can be blasphemous; nevertheless, submission to a singular perspective, while loyalty overflows--asceticism ultimately offers much suffering and intensity to herself/himself.
We know: possibly, Jimmy Carter did something bad ass, yet the world never knew. No accomplishments on sleeve. We need soldiers; also, cautious leaders that give a shit.
The lack of mercy practiced by some in Syria--they collectively knew, knowing: were informed by linguistic espionage or were spiritually aware that destructive power used against the weak will not be forever tolerated by the States.
America is not evil--for the most part. We gel ebony, scarlet, yellow, and white; plus, soon robotic forms of pseudo-biology. We are Terra mixed. Transfiguring humanity into souls bringing the outshine.
Our American President--methinks: "Cautious/gives a shit, truly."
Christ mentioned modestly praying behind locked doors instead of displaying public adoration. Yet, we all stray, even Christ-followers, gelling with other gods. Gods next to gods can be blasphemous; nevertheless, submission to a singular perspective, while loyalty overflows--asceticism ultimately offers much suffering and intensity to herself/himself.
We know: possibly, Jimmy Carter did something bad ass, yet the world never knew. No accomplishments on sleeve. We need soldiers; also, cautious leaders that give a shit.
The lack of mercy practiced by some in Syria--they collectively knew, knowing: were informed by linguistic espionage or were spiritually aware that destructive power used against the weak will not be forever tolerated by the States.
America is not evil--for the most part. We gel ebony, scarlet, yellow, and white; plus, soon robotic forms of pseudo-biology. We are Terra mixed. Transfiguring humanity into souls bringing the outshine.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
She's a Saint--not a witch
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"She's a Saint--not a witch"
Frankincense offers healing/protection. Gift 4 the Christ Child; anyway, the Protestant Reformation thieved away not only Terra's healing tradition, yet made villains, in many cases, out of the Saints & Angels; indeed, the Virgin is skeptically viewed, even dubbed witch-like by myriads of mutated folk. Understand: this might be the God of Israel's girlfriend. No bullcrap. And who is stupid enough to mess with God's Heart? It was her blood and cells that assisted in forging the Christ, within the sanctuary of her inviolate, Holy Spirit-touched womb. Whatever . . .
Too, Saint Francis spoke to Christ numerous times; next, realized it was the illusionist devil. Fortunately, he had the Wolf of Gubbio to sniff out all the rancorous crack. Nothing wrong with having Saintly or wolfy friends--as long as you don't pester them too much.
Oooooo--I get by with a little help from my friends . . .
"She's a Saint--not a witch"
Frankincense offers healing/protection. Gift 4 the Christ Child; anyway, the Protestant Reformation thieved away not only Terra's healing tradition, yet made villains, in many cases, out of the Saints & Angels; indeed, the Virgin is skeptically viewed, even dubbed witch-like by myriads of mutated folk. Understand: this might be the God of Israel's girlfriend. No bullcrap. And who is stupid enough to mess with God's Heart? It was her blood and cells that assisted in forging the Christ, within the sanctuary of her inviolate, Holy Spirit-touched womb. Whatever . . .
Too, Saint Francis spoke to Christ numerous times; next, realized it was the illusionist devil. Fortunately, he had the Wolf of Gubbio to sniff out all the rancorous crack. Nothing wrong with having Saintly or wolfy friends--as long as you don't pester them too much.
Oooooo--I get by with a little help from my friends . . .
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Industrial Revolution--Dark Satanic Mills
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"Industrial Revolution--Dark Satanic Mills"
NOTES:
Futurity offers denial of billowing metaphysical past; still--it resonates.
Robogenesis--approximately 2046, most garden-variety humans implanted.
Will cyborgs retain human spirit?
My Biological Father: artificial cardiac pacemaker & cardioverter-defibrillator; hence, under the Rules of the Queen's Language--a cyborg. Jedi Master Kenobi says: "He's more machine now than man--twisted & evil."
Use of sorcery 4 selfish purposes--servants of the intentionally macabre will be returned snakebite. Not by way of a cursed lone mystic, though he engages in hardcore asceticism; specifically, dictation of the DIVINE JUSTICE SYSTEM--there, you are unable to camouflage all interior passions and lies.
Regardless, the past reflects with such sincere potency, unable to obscure save with the sacred crave of sublimity.
"Industrial Revolution--Dark Satanic Mills"
NOTES:
Futurity offers denial of billowing metaphysical past; still--it resonates.
Robogenesis--approximately 2046, most garden-variety humans implanted.
Will cyborgs retain human spirit?
My Biological Father: artificial cardiac pacemaker & cardioverter-defibrillator; hence, under the Rules of the Queen's Language--a cyborg. Jedi Master Kenobi says: "He's more machine now than man--twisted & evil."
Use of sorcery 4 selfish purposes--servants of the intentionally macabre will be returned snakebite. Not by way of a cursed lone mystic, though he engages in hardcore asceticism; specifically, dictation of the DIVINE JUSTICE SYSTEM--there, you are unable to camouflage all interior passions and lies.
Regardless, the past reflects with such sincere potency, unable to obscure save with the sacred crave of sublimity.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Civilization & Monsters
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"Civilization & Monsters"
Faulkner might have implied: "Serpentine slithered Southward." Still, civilized is the American South--this Colonel Sanders (Southern Railroad) justice is cruel and without mercy; nonetheless, the dichotomy here transcends, and werewolves might be seen, while not phased by the Lunar Cycle, enjoying some Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Being uncivilized doesn't mean being stupid. Gelling with the legal structure can be wise, especially if you want to avoid the pernicious pokey. Still, look @ the most murderous of monsters--blood-suckers! When not thieving away the life of an individual, these creatures are overheard discussing matters of philosophy & theology.
Ferguson--as of today: Got a sick taste in my mouth.
"Civilization & Monsters"
Faulkner might have implied: "Serpentine slithered Southward." Still, civilized is the American South--this Colonel Sanders (Southern Railroad) justice is cruel and without mercy; nonetheless, the dichotomy here transcends, and werewolves might be seen, while not phased by the Lunar Cycle, enjoying some Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Being uncivilized doesn't mean being stupid. Gelling with the legal structure can be wise, especially if you want to avoid the pernicious pokey. Still, look @ the most murderous of monsters--blood-suckers! When not thieving away the life of an individual, these creatures are overheard discussing matters of philosophy & theology.
Ferguson--as of today: Got a sick taste in my mouth.
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