Grizzly Hybrid (8)

   
   "Grizzly Hybrid (8)"
   
   The conversation between Trixie and Johnny Starvation continued onward in his modest habitat within the shifting, geographical nature of a mystic Montana.  Quicksand, the pantheistic Pomsky, though unlike Spinoza, believing the Multiverse actually gave a damn, was outside milking the Moon with yelps, hoping to attract a mouse for a coyote's pounce.  Here we go:

TRIXIE
Mr. Starvation, a Kodiak is like a subspecies, covered in lore and mistaken science, dubbed Ursus arctos middendorffi, it is a bit of a brown bear, but shamans see them as standing 12 feet tall, carrying healing properties, if a willing subject is prepared for pineal telepathy; moreover, they teach herb lore.  Once, all I ate for an entire year was salmon and berries--the salmon gave me protein, but the berries got me a bit chubby--I had to walk a stair-master for 3 months to lose my cottage cheese buttocks.

JOHNNY STARVATION
I'm sorry about you getting a fat ass and all, but what does this have to do with me?

TRIXIE
You're half Mohawk; plus, half Serbian Orthodox--you're an intrinsic mystic--if you allow yourself.

JOHNNY STARVATION
I just want to watch 1970's comedy from the Carter Era, laugh, raise my vibrations and frequencies, and be a dude.

TRIXIE
You must transcend being a mere dude, boy.  

Grizzly Hybrid (7)

   
   "Grizzly Hybrid (7)"
   
   Trixie, Quicksand, and Johnny Starvation were back @ Johnny's little shanty in southern, yet northern, Montana.  They were sitting on the floor, since Johnny Starvation had no furniture, Indian Style, and the conversation did sweetly spark, but not before Quicksand, the phenomenal Pomsky got a non-GMO biscuit.
  
TRIXIE
You'd better watch as many Tony Curtis movies as you can.  All he was worried about in his youth was wearing tight, leather pants; next, he made mystical movies--Tony Curtis is the shit, in a sublime sense of not stinking, but coming out, and smelling like a dozen roses.

JOHNNY STARVATION
What are you talking about woman?

TRIXIE
The shoe fits for those that love the American Indian, or part of them, like you.  And part Orthodox as you also are--I know these things; plus, Grizzly Hybrids are not out to kill, but protect their property, and their property is you, Mr. Starvation.

JOHNNY STARVATION
All I know is that God is the only God, but He has family, and that family can be invoked, super-position itself, and assist me; thus, why do I need Tony Curtis?

TRIXIE
Everybody needs history, and every metaphor for life can be examined in a full season of Barney Miller episodes, as Captain Miller was the fairest of the fair.

JOHNNY STARVATION
And to think, I've been watching Sanford and Son for all these years.

TRIXIE
There is noble metaphor in that too--if you understand the metaphysics of the character Bubba.

   Quicksand gave a howl at the Milk Moon outside.  

Kacey Musgraves Blowing Smoke

Virgin Mother's Day

   
   "Virgin Mother's Day"
   
   She said:  "Do as My Son says."  Yet we do not.  Thus, the rejected stone becomes the cornerstone, as it was with Joseph and David.  The Rabbis of His time did not understand, for like Faulkner and Pynchon, Jesus spoke in code--so that only the chosen would understand, and they call these parables, while modern man spins the cotton candy Jesus, forgetting Him whipping them like Indiana Jones, and kicking over their false gods--money.  My Jesus is no wimp, but the bravest of the brave, and how do you inherit Valhalla if you're a Viking?--by bravery.
   Rasputin, the Mad Monk, saw the Virgin Mary, as the story goes.  God's Work is a mystery, sometimes using dark forces for gain, as it was with Job, just to prove that the LIGHT is smarter and stronger.  They poisoned Rasputin, shot him in the head, and threw him in frozen water, yet he would not die.  Jesus was rejected, and this is why we say in the Litany of Saint Joseph:  "Solace of the wretched."
   Regardless, as Reagan gave us soft disclosure years ago, Carter unable to persuade Bush (then Head of the CIA) after the peanut farmer's sighting of a craft, we should thank Reagan for giving George a few cocktails, and that sounds like a dirty word.
   My point--Jesus' Words:  "You shall drink poison and not die; furthermore, you shall pick up reptiles."
   As in The Brothers Karamazov, we have the Orthodox Monk Alyosha dealing with 3 brothers:  A sensualist, an intellectual, and a cunning bastard child--he perseveres through faith and mystical encounters of the Virgin Mary and Jesus at the Wedding.  Russia needs to come home to Mother Church, for Adamkind needs all the help it can get.
   But Americans are crazier than the Irish.  If we'd forget worship of status and the dollar, we'd be invulnerable.  
   And as it is the 100 year Anniversary of Fatima, I tell my true Mother, the Virgin:  "Happy Mother's Day."  She can be your mother too.  All you have to do is HONOR Her.  

Notary Fraud

   
   "Notary Fraud"
    
   My mother, born of, more or less, a Serbian immigrant, him--son of Dragan Radulovic, was investigated by the FBI for two weeks, locked in a basement at the Rand Corporation, where she could only read magazines; moreover--she is Rh negative, like me, and became a Head Secretary to the Vice President, meeting all the Joint Chiefs of Staff.  
   She never gave up her oath.  Not even when my Grandma pestered her about crafts in the sky.  And I witnessed that she was a devout Catholic, read paranormal books, and watched those types of movies.  When I was a young adolescent, suffering from night terrors and sleep paralysis; plus, insomnia, I told her those books were bullshit--she said:  "Wait till they come into your room at night."  And they have been, since I was stillborn and have been on my deathbed numerous times, poisoned by gregariously Satanic girls during my adolescence, and they put sugar in the gas tanks of the blondes I liked--there is more, but I must make haste, though Alexander Pope mentioned:  "Don't be swift, but wise."
   My Mom is a true patriot.  Red, white, and blue!!!  Never missed a Mass or a Vote.  But easily manipulated.  They misdiagnosed her, on purpose, in my opinion, with Alzheimer's Stage 4 almost six years ago, and she still talks to me everyday, though nobody else in the family has said more than a few mere words to her, or showered, bathed, brushed, washed, nurtured, loved, fed, or gotten the Eucharist for her, save me.
   Put on Haldol--five a day; plus, five Xanax a day, and Haldol kills people will Lewy Body Disease (Dementia), she was taken to a Notary, carried in by me; next, I was told to stand outside, while she, under the influence of disease, anti-psychotics, and narcotics, signed numerous Notary Documents, which is Notary Fraud.  Two attorneys and a Bush League Cop in Alabama know about this.  When I was four years old, this cop used to knock me down by throwing pillows at me, swing me by the feet, and torture me with a scary mask, while I was urinating blood, under surgery, couldn't vocally speak, and had been incubated for weeks previously.  There is no statute of limitations on child abuse.
   He too, almost drove my mother to suicide.  She had to get on benzos to deal with his pride, arrogance, and false testimony against her.  A real man, who cried when his big, arrogant mouth had three guys chase him home, and he was woefully weeping for his Daddy, the patriarch, sitting on the toilet and evacuating his big ass bowels--what a life I've lived, and I love it, almost having died numerous times, and if you're Rh negative--it takes them many hours to find your blood for a transfusion.
   But I don't care.  I'm pissed like Joan of Arc, humbled like Christ, and don't want to be understood like Saint Francis' prayer.  
   They teach you to lie in Law School, especially if it is a Bush League Law School.  I don't care Saint Peter, for I will persevere to the end.  And thanks to my Serbian Pap and all my Russian, French, and other European readers, putting me in the tens of thousands, which means myriads of readers.  
As the criminally insane Ezra did ode:
There died a myriad,
And of the best among them--
For an old bitch gone in the teeth,
For a botched civilization. 
* * * *
God Bless America, and let Her be True again . . . 

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.