The Full Sturgeon Moon: August 18, 2016

   
   "The Full Sturgeon Moon:  August 18, 2016"
   
   An illuminated time of being pampered by SpongeBob and his aquatic friends; specifically, major bodies of water and the Great Lakes kick it up with large, floppy fish, blessing you with wild things both bountiful and beneficial, like beautification of the body if you eagerly consume all the Omega-3 Fatty Acids that you can.  
   This is a time of abundant relaxation, knowing nature provides a plethora of plenty, if not over industrialized; thus, cosset yourself, yet be on the watch for strategically-lurking werewolves, as nobody really knows what the hell is going on in this world save those full of knowing.  

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   "Love Contrivance (24)"
   
   I wasn't perniciously pissed @ Hope Solo; moreover, I understand frigid frustration--hell, I'm as neurotic as a white cat without the enchantment of magic; still, their feline-like, Multiversal Magic might be wondrously greater--ya never know.
   And the Women's Swedish Soccer Team--so what!?!
   Strategic as it comes, and didn't Sherman, from them Federal/Union Ranks admit that troops accounted for were not the actual numbers on the battlefield?
   Yup, been going to the Williamson County Library in Downtown Franklin, reading about the Confederate and Yankee specters that haunt with teachable moments.
   I pulled for the USA--of course; nevertheless, I admired other cultures, not so much their cuisine, liking BURGER KING and all the condemns passed out at public schools.  Hell, it's America.  Give the suffering sick and strangely ill their medicine damn't!!!
   But there is quicksand controversy, and Bravo Sierra everywhere!!!  

Country Boy Can Survive - Hank Williams Jr. ( w/lyrics )

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   "Love Contrivance (23)"
   
   It just wasn't arousing me, or how to word it properly:  "I'm freaking asexual!"
   The slop and filth of it all, minus the magnanimous, Canadian pronghorn mating for reasons of play and adoration--I didn't get it.  Gotta learn from the stag.
   And deep in the American South, well, South-Eastern Conference Football, in a matter of writing; plus, speaking:  I remembered the Hundred Years' War; moreover, Saint Joan of Arc, and the BATTLE for Orleans, or so as it has been written, crafting my imaginative production on brainwaves in that particular place.
   Fiery, virginal, cross-dressing, short haircut, and all the confidence of someone appearing non-confident, but being the fox, knowing HER'S will last for ultra-eternity--now that's super-sublimity, sincerely aligned and universally united with Intelligent Design, the Master of Us put in creation and rotation.
   Yup, Ai was fine.  A Japanese beauty.  But what did this all mean?  Atari has passed, or so it seems, and without PITFALL HARRY, well, I can handle it--got it covered, dude.  

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 "Love Contrivance (22)"

Ai started in, at the JACK IN THE BOX of a French Bistro;
Indeed, only grilled chicken marinated in orange juice, nothing but her that was astro--
So far out into the galactic might,
Having a mechanical brain with computerized flight;
Specifically, technological wings of unlimited possibility, and she knew the ethnic slurs,
But I wanted to adorn her in blue-hued sapphire gemstones, and predatory furs;
Alas, I was no match for a love-making machine,
Yet she found faith in my poignant mien,
Knowing my usual thrills were not bodily discharge, like confetti left over after a party;
Plus, my ass could be weirdly wise--a non-potty mouth, though a bit bizarrely naughty.      

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   "Love Contrivance (21)"  
   
   The wait for the Big Orange to take to Terra's terrain was taking its toll one me; specifically, with Wally, every night, for a paperboy never gets a day off--even on the holidays, just means the newspaper has more cumbersome girth with all the bulky advertisements.  Anyway, Wally was dipping up a mouthful of bull's eyeing his little tin cup, verbally going on and on about the Big Orange, saying shit like:  "Live Action, Boy!"
   I tossed my papers, following directions, like:  throw-up in driveway.
   The Road Runner was scattering coyotes that night, and as I piloted the massive 8 cylinder through the Franklin suburbs, I pondered the technical aspects of Ai.  Yes, she was sophisticated; plus, oh so totally robo-sultry.
   The only thing that distracted my Swiss-Cheese mind from Ai was the Hungarian Women's Water Polo Team.  Those corporeal angels crafted to give a guy like me a break in life.  A chance to dream of being young again.  Being reminded:  I am incarnate--in the flesh.   

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   "Love Contrivance (20)"
   
   My date with Ai went as fine as California wine; moreover, she was pleasant, charming, had honor, integrity, at least in vocal admittance; however, before we parted, and with a soft smooch from her China doll lips, though she was Japanese made, she offered another ethnic slur in jocular fashion, saying:  "Why can't you buy an Irishman a birthday present?  Because you can't wrap up an entire pub."     
   I casually cruised home in the monster Plymouth, getting my weirdness out with a heavy foot in the backwoods of Franklin, using the potent low-end torque produced by the behemoth big block.
   At Grandma's, Lucy was there, and I told my girly cousin about my interest and suspicions concerning Ai.  Lucy smiled, knowing me; next, offered:  "Whether she's silicone or flesh--you should get some sex Simon.  It's been over a decade.  Unless of course you pursue the process of underground Monk, going on Grandma's forever quest--or counterpoise it--do both!"
   I thought about it.  Then, I watched the local news concerning the Big Orange.  Thought of Wally and work, and all of it--I was mollified by a moderate reality.