FATIMA, 100 YEARS: Fair Warning

   
   "FATIMA, 100 YEARS:  Fair Warning"
   
   For many American Indians, as all of us born in this country are Native Americans, the Coyote is second unto the Great Spirit--with a weird sense of humor, like the Arch-Angel, Saint Raphael, loving a man who washed compulsively, buried the dead, and had an angel dog--the Fool Card.
   Being sick can be a great blessing; it can make you do penance.  It can bring you closer to Almighty God.  If you align yourself with Him, believe, and have no fear in giving; next, all is well--either way.  And as Saint Raphael has a sense of humor--me too.  The difference between a cactus and a Mercedes:  "With a Mercedes, the prick is on the inside."  Food out of the poor man's starving mouth.  You are not the car you drive; you are not the job you have; specifically, you are how you treat people.
   Pray the Rosary everyday, like a childish Peter Pan, believing.  Pray for those in hell; indeed, visit the incarcerated as commanded.  
   And love your mother.  King Solomon kinda/sorta wends against the Oedipus Complex, as did Jesus, always running away from the Mother to find His Father, until Calvary, when He says:  "Behold your Mother."  King Solomon further stating:  "Hearken unto the father that begat you, and despise not your mother when she grows old."  These guys smoked more cigars than Freud, if ya hear me.
   So, may we know the Virgin Mary's Sacred Heat.  A Mother's Heart, giving Her Son Her last dollar no matter what the circumstance.  There is nothing tough about a Mother's Love--that's what makes it so strong and determined--pure LIGHT.
   I wish people loved my mother--even more than me.  That would be a great honor to her, as today on the FATIMA Anniversary, we celebrate and honor the Virgin's Sacred Heart, passed onto a potently Brave Son, Him picking up the bill for all those that believe and follow. 
   "Christ, party of twelve--your table is ready."  

Grizzly Hybrid (6)

   
   "Grizzly Hybrid (6)"
   
Trixie explained to Johnny Starvation that he had to have ken
In order to capture the metaphorical Zen;
Indeed, the Grizzly Hybrid was not a misanthrope--
As are those that prosecute people with neurological problems who smoke the hemp rope;
Alas, Johnny Starvation led Quicksand, the animated and playful Pomsky away,
Knowing:  Killing an animal is only useful for food or defense in a honorary way;
Thus, he became luminously lucid concerning a mutation's need
To grow benign and benevolent; therefore, he would spread the wondrous wise of a word,
So that sweet solace for the wretched would not be diabolically disturbed.  

Wheaten Terrier Express

   
   "Wheaten Terrier Express"
   
   This is old Mark David King and the Wheaten Terrier Express; moreover, I'm talking to anybody who's listening.  I ain't saying I've experienced everything, but like I was telling my last wife to stop dressing like a Drag Queen and putting her son in lascivious positions, or how Grandma told me that my incubated, nearly stillborn ass was visited by two men in black suits, and the Virgin Mary never lived next door, but gossips driving spouses to find John Barleycorn and attempt a harvested resurrection of self-worth--just remember, if you've had a taste of getting smacked around cause your blood may not have monkey proteins, just tell those forked-tongued demons from Walmart that the check is in the mail.  Have you paid your dues Mark?  Yes sir--the check is in the mail.
   God Bless Jack Burton.  

OUR FATHER

   
   "OUR FATHER"
   
   Christ, the greatest of all the Rabbinical Sons of Men, said:  "The Father already knows what you're thinking; hence, say this prayer."  Which is the OUR FATHER.
   As a Catholic, I know that King Solomon hinted at your brother being your adversary--just look at Joseph and his older brothers' envy over his coat, or little Kind David, the shepherd boy at first, and how his older brothers tormented him.  
   Jew, Christian, Muslim--brothers, yet adversaries.  Even the Koran agrees with Jesus--God already knows every thought in your head; therefore, He is truly Big Brother--not the government.
   And when you get to the difficult part:  "Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us."   Just remember William Blake's mystical words:  "The fox condemns the trap, not himself."  
   Indeed, a thief's job is to steal.  A whore's job is to drive her husband crazy.  A murderer's job is to kill you.  A Wheaten Terrier's job is to be insanely in love with weirdness.  A Saint's job is to be mutilated.  A Confessor's job is to spill the beans.  We are what we are.  Jesus is the Author of Life, and He invented the hamburger before Ronald McDonald.  So, just know:  Yes, people want to hurt you.  And yes, even some, may want to help you.  

automatic Miranda Lambert (Lyrics)

Grizzly Hybrid (5)

   
   "Grizzly Hybrid (5)"
  
Trixie 
Was a bit meticulously ditzy,
For to know the fundamentals of Truth
Is to be full of fruitcake couth--
And as Johnny Carson said:
"There's only one fruitcake in the world--never dead."
So, Johnny Starvation put away his crossbow,
And Quicksand, the loyal Pomsky, made a bark get groovy with glow;
Next, Trixie said she had an illustrious plan
To save the Grizzly Hybrid, which was from an enchanted, Northern Land.  

Grizzly Hybrid (4)

   
   "Grizzly Hybrid (4)"
   
   Johnny Starvation and Quicksand spotted the Grizzly hybrid, which was a mutated-like Kodiak--it didn't look like it wanted to shake hands.  Was eating some mutilated cow.  Tearing it further to pieces, going deep into the exposed sternum to get at the heart of the animal.
   Johnny Starvation was hiding behind a rock, like God told Moses to do, when revealing His Hindquarter to the Law-Giver.  And Starvation whispered to Quicksand:  "That Brown Bear doesn't appear to have any manners."  The Pomsky whimpered, yet eyed the ravenous beast, believing it could take it, or at least bark at it, and run around it in circles.  Descartes was wrong--dogs do have consciousness, and some even--a conscience.
   Johnny Starvation lowered his 100 pound crossbow and took aim.  Quicksand's ears pointed way up.  Enter Trixie.  Her running from a distance, shouting:  "Don't kill it Johnny Starvation!  Don't kill it!"
   Johnny Starvation looked a bit stupefied concerning the stranger as she rushed towards Quicksand, him, and the danger of an arcane Brown Bear.