Existence Womb (69)

   
   "Existence Womb (69)"
   
   Buck could smell the lizard skin in the air.  Deported deep down in the Florida swamps, at some strange government-organized prison for weirdos and werewolves.  Kept trying to give him Haldol so that he couldn't change.  He knew their info on him was no good.  He wasn't a garden-variety werewolf, and they didn't know.  He played along, and knew that Doctor Luke sold out--not on everything.  He was still giving Buck a chance to be a hero and save Miriam from manipulated melodrama.
   And he wondered about her--though rarely used his telepathy, in case the gray/human government hybrids might be able to monitor his cerebral projections.  Regardless, he would find freedom.  And he would locate little, lost Miriam.  Let himself fall in love and still adore the Black Madonna with chaste integrity, at least.
   Buck had the power and potency of a wolf.  He was meant to be a lone one for over a millennium, but now a new force of nature was calling, and it was called life.  He had hid at the junkyard too long; plus, trusted Doctor Luke, once a physician spook himself.  Not again.  Not this year.   

Existence Womb (68)

    
   "Existence Womb (68)"
    
   Miriam was a monster--infused by reptilians and angels.  A Celestial Hierarchy gone bizarrely crazy; regardless, she hung in there--was a cliche, a trooper.  Did the Proust thing.
   When Proust's mother died--he could not leave the house.  Had a job at a library, showed up once in 365 days.  Was fired, kinda.  A physician, an attorney, or a priest--nothing else was acceptable--follow me. 
   Proust adored his mother.  Wore a fur coat.  William Carlos Williams, a physician poet, took notes upon James Joyce and Proust meeting--about truffles.
   Miriam wondered aloud.  Could she be heard above the cage?  The isolation of no rape?  The terror of "Sleep Paralysis" gone unsung?  Alone?  So alone.  Adorned in a straight jacket?  
   Where the fuck was Buck?  A good, theological question.  And she meant not to curse upon the already profane Earth, yet:  "He shall have no foul in his mouth."   
    

6 Man Football

   
   "6 Man Football"   
   
My gremlin days--what a mind-smacking fudge--what a braniac's lie!!!
All County Crazy--in the glimpse of a neurotic eye;
Regardless, go through the Slow Motion Zombie--
Your Grandma smokes Luckies and drinks a plethora of ground-up coffee;
Still, you didn't even attend high school;
Specifically, Dylan and Brenda make you feel uncool;
Thus, disregard the math and accept the "Bright Light" hit of a helmet that does ignite,
A good hockey fight;
Next, never say never to Canadian Football,
For even Moon, Theismann, and Flutie had to hear the Great White North's CALL.  

Trump & Bernie's Truth

   
   "Trump & Bernie's Truth"
   
   Under 50,000 dollars, Trump disavows yearly tax on you as a couple; moreover, a health care plan that fuels the masses.  Look, Trump in sub-culture--he has paid off poor people's mortgages; indeed, many underground fables about Trump helping the poor man.
   Regardless, yes, Bernie, in a political duel with Joseph, second under Pharaoh, making a flat tax; still, Bernie will squeeze the rich man, making corporate crap evaporate--if you wanna pay more; next, free college and health care.
  Nothing is free they told you?  What about Spiritus Sancti--all that heavenly glee?
  It exists.  The truth.  Salvation comes from the Jews, Christ told the Samaritan woman, and Bernie has the benevolence of a Messiah gone peaceways.  
   In my opinion, Hillary is psychotic, not totally bad, but has those crazy eyes re-imagined on SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE, and her handlers manipulate smoothness.
   I just know:  I want someone who is honest, even in sin, as long as they preserve that axiomatic truth of their personal bravery throughout this hellhole known as Earth.    

Ol Red - Blake Shelton(Lyrics)

ULYSSES and Urology

   
   "ULYSSES and Urology"
   
   If you experience pain in the scrotum, whether celibate and hairy, or sexually shaved for adulterous surgery--it is anguish ridden; moreover, if your Urologist hasn't read the metaphorical elongation of ULYSSES, comprehending the male attachment to his own corporeal equipment, however constructed; next, you might consider trusting in your faith, dealing patiently with having your urethra probed, or a simple yet terrifying ultrasound on your sacs of testosterone.  Sometime, all we can do is laugh at life's circumstances.  "Roll the dice and take your chances."  We all try to be like our heroes.  We better.   

Archie and Meathead on theology

   
   "Archie and Meathead on theology"
   
   We know Christ's Mother was inviolate, undefiled, Tower of Ivory; plus, House of Gold.  Possibly being from the Tribe of Levi; specifically, so pure and holy, having religious duty, able to approach the Ark of the Covenant back before Indiana Jones recovered it.
   And as Archie and Meathead bantered back and forth on an old ALL IN THE FAMILY episode, the topic of the Hebrews came up.
   Meathead said:  "Archie, Jesus was Jewish."
   Archie bluntly responded:  "Only on His Mother's side of the family."   
   Can we even talk like this anymore?  Is nothing funny save sloppy sex nowadays?  Look, there was only one perfect man--and you are not Him.  None of us are.  Till he arriveth again.