Thursday, February 16, 2017
The Skunk (8)
"The Skunk (8)"
Stinky was hard at work, making the cheese dip and stuffing both hard and soft shells full of yummilicious scrumptary; next, his Priest walked in the door, and after getting the redneck flavor of MOUNTAIN DEW, which is what we call sweat on Dolly Parton''s buxom bewilderment, the holy man asked if Stinky could have a five minute break. The minimum wage Skunk asked his adolescent, pimple-faced manager, and it was agreed upon; hence, Stinky took a seat across from his Priest at a mostly clean booth; then, the conversation ignited.
PRIEST
I've heard you've been doing some underground vigilante work. What, are you Batman?
STINKY
Bless me father, for I have sinned--it has been two weeks since my last confession.
PRIEST
Okay Stinky--spill it my son.
STINKY
I found my girlfriend cheating on me. I saw her at the local SHONEY'S, laying in the all you can eat salad bar.
PRIEST
Cut the shit Stinky--you have no girlfriend; you're as asexual as a Saint, but as weird as a coyote.
STINKY
Okay--I'm cleaning up the streets. I know, blessed are the merciful, for they too shall receive mercy, but there are some bad hombres out there, and the innocent need protection. Even Saint Michael takes out the trash at times.
PRIEST
Okay, say one OUR FATHER, and do an ACT OF CONTRITION.
The Priest absolved Stinky of his sins, and the Skunk would continue to spray juicy justice.
1985 Pontiac Firebird
"1985 Pontiac Firebird"
Manufactured in various hues of sparkly colors, the Pontiac Firebird 5.0L TRANS AM is a kinda resurrection of the 1960-styled days of American Muscle, when 8-cylinders ruled the asphalt ballet, and America never did engineer Big Block Highway, though this bird is not a big block; however, still armed with plenty of punch and Phoenix-rising power. Here are some stats and specs:
305 cubic inches.
Horses: 205.
Torque (force that causes rotation): 269 lb-ft.
5 speed manual.
Quarter Mile Sprint: 15 seconds @ 87 mph.
Top Speed: 127 mph.
The Skunk (7)
"The Skunk (7)"
Stinky had pissed on a perverted thug, the non-humble hooligan not owning his closeted porn collection of BARELY LEGAL/YOUNG TAIL magazines; plus, deceiving his little sister's Asperger's (AS) as it gave the overly-gregarious goon pleasure in torturing the timid; next, the Skunk spoke of bad fruit and good fruit, of strangers to be sent away by a supposedly progressive Christ, a Savior made historically false by misinformation, and quoted the KJV, though it lacked the Apocrypha, stating: "Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and there be few that find it."
The Skunk threw not the first stone, but rebuked a brother as commanded, able to forgive if repentance was offered, as again was commanded, but pride thieves them from repentance, and they take days off of school for funerals, when they were never there for the deceased in times of enduring demonic duress during their days.
Stinky wasn't sanctimonious like the shape-shifting Al Gore, who upon winning the Nobel Prize got Clinton jealous, having once called Arafat on the phone, saying: "You son of a bitch--you cost me the Nobel Peace Prize."
Stinky was just in harmonious tune with the vibrant value of velocity, heading Northwards, and going to an underground war as had Saint Michael, Joan of Arc hearing his call to do the same, not out of being bloodthirsty, but because she ultimately paid attention to a cognizant conscience calling her to correct the errors of man, though fiery and wholesome, which the proud and arrogant loathe, downloading porn for persuasion, and never able to erase those images sown upon a delinquent brain pattern, unless through mortification of the senses, as was given unto King George by way of a penetrating physician.
Next, Stinky went back to TACO BELL, making some cheese dip.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
The Skunk (6)
"The Skunk (6)"
Stinky, as commanded by his Native American heritage, always gave an ear to the mysterious underground. He knew, not to judge, but before going to sleep, remind himself of everything he had done and experienced that day, knowing no scenario of "chance" exists; moreover, to own the reflections of the day, letting them steer himself more introspective. He couldn't help but feel Blake's words thunder through him concerning the poet's favorite quote of Christ: "I came not to bring peace, but a sword."
Stinky had no intention of manifesting the Skunk Totem, thrusting his vigilante-styled actions upon the injustice and deceivers of the world--they had made him this stinky weapon; specifically, they had forged him into a living metaphor for peace and justice kissing, both of these things mentioned in Old and New Testament alike. Wax on; wax off. Can wax brilliant, can wane dim; however, waning can mean the end of negativity, while waxing can mean the beginning of entropy; however, it can be reversed when needed by a hunting pack of dog-like loyalists walking the Red Road.
So, Stinky put on the armor of God, making himself as white as snow, with the blackness around, absorbing evil, and the Skunk went out to hunt some thugs, knowing it was not their fault, them controlled and manipulated, but he would God-piss the demons out of them.
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