Sunday, May 28, 2017
Dogs: Reward System
"Dogs: Reward System"
Dogs work on the reward system. Canines were always curious about man. Throw it a bone; next, it helps you hunt and gather; plus, offers loyal companionship and protection. Kick it, or lock it in a cage--it might bite the hand that feeds.
Watching EWTN's Latin Mass, I heard the Priest deliver a pretty decent Homily; then, he commented on a certain family having a dog that they believed was almost human, but it chewed a squirrel or other small mammal to death, and this is proof that their essence of being is weaker than ours, but I say no, for many dogs are more domesticated than man, and we as people eat strangled meat and unclean food, though Jesus said: "It's not what goes into your mouth that defiles you, but what comes out of it." But I bet He never ate a pork chop, unless it was protected by sea salt, pepper, and rosemary. Plus, he cast demons into swine. Curious.
And as for man being obese, unhealthy, and totally gluttonous--the fox condemns the trap, not himself, as William Blake would point out, him having breakfast with angels every morning. He was a morning guy.
We are what we are. And while energy cannot be merely created, it can be transferred, as somewhat goes the First Law of Thermodynamics, and this might be how Jesus was from the Father (the Source)--a transference of energy into the Virgin Mary's inviolate womb. Like the Litany of the Sacred Heart says: "Heart of Jesus, formed by the Holy Spirit in the Womb of the Virgin Mary, and Heart of Jesus, Source of ALL consolation." So go out and get you some of that Sacred Heart, a Heart passed from the Father, Holy Spirit, and Mother--to a Super-Symmetrical Son, obedient even unto death.
And don't make love tough by bullying, or you'll craft a monster. Offer the reward system, transferring your energy into another's newborn solace for dandy deeds done.
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Kooky Lucy Frost (3)
"Kooky Lucy Frost (3)"
Kooky Lucy Frost and Cleveland had to make an exodus from the Big Bird yellow apartment complex. And why do they call them apartments when they put them together, as the watermelon-smashing comedian probed? Anyway, her deceased mother's father, her Serbian Pap dubbed Dragic Bradovic, let her move in with him, for he had great empathy and intuition, like a woman, being keen on the non-canonized Gospel of Thomas.
Lucy didn't own much besides her comic books from the Carter Era; plus, of course--Cleveland, her loyal canine pal. And Pap (Dragic) liked animals, never eating one that was strangled, but he boiled his pork chops in a ton of extra-virgin olive oil, along with rosemary, salt, and black pepper--never having had a stomach ache in his entire life; plus, he'd eat whole onions like a normal person does an apple. Dragic had many phobias and concerns as well; thus, understood why Lucy had quit her job and morphed into a reclusive and impoverished little girl, though she was 39 years of age, but always a little girl to Dragic, her Pap.
After settling into his modest habitat, he told her, as she had no health insurance, that he was going to send her to a psychiatrist, not a clinical psychologist. He said he was happy to pay; furthermore, added: "A clinical psychologist will tell you to be King Kong; however, some people are Godzilla; thus, trust only God, let Him be your power source. And when you see the psychiatrist, don't make any eye contact with the patients in the waiting room. There could be meek social phobic types, or raging psychotics, or both. Just be like the cowboy Shane, sit at the back of the waiting room against the wall, never having another behind you. Understand?"
Lucy gave Cleveland a heavy stroke of love; next, said: "Thanks Pap--you're the best."
He stated: "If you had only known your mother, for she was better than me."
Lucy dropped her head, trying to remember, and held back many a tear.
Kooky Lucy Frost (2)
"Kooky Lucy Frost (2)"
Lucy Frost had just bagged groceries for a man making his own gravy during this unusually hot day in the city of Buffalo; specifically, his armpits were lathered in hairy sweat; plus, his forehead was toxically smeared in bubbly beads of grotesque grossness, and he had a set of paws demonically dripping in microscopic germ juice; therefore, as she pushed his cart out to his car, ignoring his small talk concerning the price of silver possibly going up, she had no conscious clarity or true lucid sense concerning reality, only thinking he could lather a bird cooked in the oven with all his man sweat.
As soon as her duty ended, she dashed into the lady's room, and immediately smelled the odor of a stale bowel movement recently flushed, puked in the sink, washed her hands in the second sink, and put Purell up her nostrils and on her washed hands; plus, went all the way up to her elbows with the sanitizing product; next, decided she could get a new job, and ran the hell out of the grocery store, jogging swiftly back to her Big Bird yellow apartment complex, where she entered her apartment by way of opening the door with her shirt tail; then, stripped naked, carefully putting her clothes in the washer, and jumped into the shower, scalding herself to precious purity.
Cleveland, the Sheltie, was used to such furious drive concerning his master's need to glisten, and simply waited for his best pal to be all fresh and minty, a place where Kooky Lucy Frost could find solace, and actually be a real human being, from time to time.
Friday, May 26, 2017
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