The Cult - Big Neon Glitter

Grizzly Hybrid (3)

   
   "Grizzly Hybrid (3)"
   
   Johnny Starvation kinda/sorta knew--not it ALL, but the fundamentals.  Do not sacrifice Liberty for Security; however, S. E. Hinton says:  "That was then--this is now--lighten up, dude."
   Who trusts an Ambassador to France in kite-flying, hippie sandals, and with no education, further bringing Paine's alcoholic, non-educated ass to make the Colonial Press go crazy, them printing and literally proclaiming:  "Without the quill of Paine, the sword of Washington would never have sincerely swung."  I"M ASKING????????
   Morrison's words:  "The West is the Best--it's all a bunch of bullshit."
   Robert Plant jealous of WHITESNAKE's lead singer, for the dude had more matter concerning genitalia--anything that takes up space and has mass.  
   Johnny Starvation just needed to make himself a duplicate of Christ, Saint Paul spurting:  "Be an imitator of me, as I am of Christ."  The Non-Canonized Gospel of Thomas going further, making the woman into the man; the man into the woman, loving living like a child, without the pressure of the Moon's spermicidal pull--you picking up what I'm putting down?  Of course not, for Johnny Starvation has an eating disorder; thus, he can't purchase a single action .44 Magnum in Montana to protect himself from Brown Bear, cause a cotton candy world of a fake, Marxist, pneumatic, black, historical, plural Dude dubbed "Jesus" dominates the headlines, yet when an Orthodox Jew uncovers HIS tomb recently, the only coverage on ABC News is that Beyonce is preggers--who gives a fucking shit!?!
   Johnny Starvation loaded his 100 pound crossbow and waited for the mixed Kodiak from Justin's Canada to attack, and Canada will let in terrorists, but not the disabled, or G. Gordon Liddy, yet they forge the finest silver in the world.  Oh well, King Solomon mentioned that fear of God is worth more than silver.  
   Johnny Starvation hugged Quicksand, the Pomsky; next, took out his crossbow like Legolas, more or less, and with his wiry frame, brought the hunt to the hunter--in Jesus' Name.     

French Elections--my Yankee opinion

   
   "French Elections--my Yankee opinion"
   
   It's always borders, language, and culture for some; on the flip side, others prefer a mix.  The axiom about the United States is:  "It simply can't absorb everyone."  Yet my mother's family were immigrants; at the same time, they learned the culture of their new country.
   Saint Catherine and the EU flag speaks to something mystical--some say, maybe me; however, there is Saint Joan of Arc defending her homeland.  We must all pray for wisdom.
   Le Pen seems tough and strong.  Again, we must all pray for wisdom.  Wisdom is:  Du Feu de Dieu, so I might say.  Regardless, love the Lord, and search for truth.  Dieu Merci!!!

Pink Floyd - The Wall Lyrics

Grizzly Hybrid (2)

   
   "Grizzle Hybrid (2)"
   
   Friday; thus, Sorrowful Mysteries on the Holy Beads--it always hurt Trixie.  She wasn't a master of Euclidean Geometry; however, could enter the Fourth Dimension through the mystical meditations of the ivory-like, white rose.  Too, lived in Bozeman, Montana--same place as Johnny Starvation, but she didn't know the wiry scrapper and mixed mutation with Rh negative, just yet; at the same time, her candle was lit before the architecture of time, and engineers only need to lay railroad tracks for Lincoln's firm, symmetrical log.  
   Trixie was a survivalist.  Like her Great Cousin Joey in the population control of NAM--poor black kids and white hillbillies; regardless, Great Cousin Joey was a Black Beret, when it, not in French, meant:  RANGER--only using a knife and barbwire behind enemy lines.  Now, it is shit, but God Bless all the kids, and we all should feel special, at times--but be of not two minds, and slap yourself.
   Indeed, Trixie was baptized with John's water, the best man born through a womb; plus, the fire of Christ, more like ice, if King David and Scorpios are concerned.  But nobody pays attention.  Trust man.  Trust the 3rd leading killer of man--physicians and nurses.  But never enter the Fourth Dimension, in the minimum.  
   Trixie too did Algebra in her sleep.  She dropped out of school, but could do Algebra in her sleep, and like Joyce the Irishman, prove by Algebra that Hamlet's Ghost was kinda/sorta his actual father--more or less.  Who the hell knows?  All we need are the fundamentals.  
   Trixie ate her canned food, slept in a tent, and dreamed of Johnny Starvation's buzz cut being hunted by a Kodiak gelled with a Grizzly.  She was older.  Remembered when Kodiak snuff was out before Grizzly.  Remembered Reagan's soft disclosure, but everyone was playing PAC-MAN.  She wasn't a cougar.  Had no trans-vaginal mesh.  But Johnny Starvation needed a big sister.  And the Author of Life would write her part, transcending prose--into a state of pure poetry. 
   That's everyone's, even the fallen's, greatest fear--nobody knows the Father's next move.   

Grizzly Hybrid (1)

   
   "Grizzly Hybrid (1)"
   
   Johnny Starvation's father was a Serbian-born immigrant, but he took the boat to the Big Apple, after a few railways, here and there, from Eastern Europe.  His mother was of the Crow Tribes of Montana, which are Federally recognized; anyway, Johnny Starvation wasn't that knowledgeable of the historical axioms in Montana, though he resided there, in the southern portion, knowing it was something like:  The Last Great Place, but he wasn't axiomatically positive.
   He took a little funds from the government, giving it to the Great Spirit in his mind, which was the Trinity, him being an Orthodox Church believer, drinking the true Blood and eating the true Body, but had a sense of nature and animism, for the genes did hide within, Christ having said:  "The Kingdom of God is within you."  Again, taking from the Old Testament He first wrote, especially in the Heart of a man named David, him having said:  "Bless the Lord O my soul, and all that is within me."
   But Johnny Starvation wasn't pondering theology @ the moment.  Too busy worried about the Brown Bear on his small portion of property, which was driving his Pomsky puppy wacko.  Her name was Quicksand, and she always got into stuff, like his spaghetti or Corn Flakes.  Johnny was a bit thin, but his Mom gave him a lot of milk, and he still drank 3 cups a day, not listening to Doctor Spock, and having no gastrointestinal issues.  Hell, he figured he should buy some Tiger Milk off the Internet and beef up his ectomorphish frame a bit.  
   Anyway, they said the Grizzly had mated with a Kodiak up in Canada, wending its way down to Montana for the celebration of life.  A Bear's Totem is confidence, patience, and grounding; plus, many other things.  And all Johnny Starvation had was a small Pomsky and a 100 pound crossbow--the boy had to get working, if he was to live.  

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