Kooky Lucy Frost (8)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (8)"
   
   Kooky Lucy Frost and her cascading dirty-blonde, yet so golden and clean underneath; plus, her forest-green eyes and X-Factor of bizarre blood, science not even able to totally prove it, as the FDA shoots down vitamins to kill the weak--not minding the nonsense and Illuminati's iniquitous treasure trove; anyway, Lucy sat non-Freudian style across from her psychiatrist, knowing Jesus always ran away from His Mother to find His Father, and that King Solomon mentioned:  "Hearken unto the father that begat you, and despise not your mother when she grows old."  Freud and his bullshit, not knowing Rh negatives can't be traced, completely, though monitored, and that psychiatry was the invention of witches; still, true blue bloods can be rebels, raging against the FDA's newly approved electric shock treatment for depression.  Lucky for her that she was just kooky.  Too stupid to be depressed.  And ignorance and stupidity can be a blessing.  Just ask James Joyce, knowing:  "A rise every morning out of standfast Dick."  Anyway, the conversation ignited in blue ice.

DOCTOR
As I suspected, your blood is extremely rare.  Remember Sun Tzu . . .

LUCY
Sun who?

DOCTOR
Just remember--size and numbers don't matter.  And I will add my own knowledge--it is spirit and frequency, though know--spirit is white and platinum, confessing, and never hiding in the darkness.

LUCY
What does this mean?

DOCTOR
It means you are protected, though will suffer.  Like Tim Tebow, even though he drinks Martin Luther's Kool-Aid, he still had a Christian mother, and the True Mother is the Light, but that has not been canonized, meant for the chosen, as are you.  I see here that you were screwed out of two Wills having been written, by a father's wife, not your mother, and by a mother's husband--not your true father.  And if you read Shakespeare, you will see that a step-youth is always screwed concerning inheritance, but the greedy get paid back with Crohn's gone like Snoop Dog in their oral cavity.  And if they do repent and follow the Gospels; next, it is forgiven; on the flip side, if they go to death pissed, they will inherit their own shadows and secret greed.  Like Edison stole patents, killed Tesla, inventing the first electric chair, proving DC better than AC, yet we now know, for a prophet that is 0- is never respected in his own time.

LUCY
What they hell are you talking about?

DOCTOR
Miss Lucy Frost, the government has threatened me over you, but I have my own friends; thus, eat your Lucky Charms, be a Notre Dame fan, and don't trust anybody, not even if you have to.  For you are your own Universe amid the Multiverse, and God wants you to shine.  If I was younger, I'd make a pass, but I'd be sincere, for I am of your blood.

LUCY
So, what now?

DOCTOR
Pray.  Sing to the God of Light.  Sing to the WHITE of the Virgin--as white as snow, as King David begged God to be, him the first confessor, always mentioning his mistakes, wailing about his sins, but knowing:  God does not chide always at those that fear Him, and if you praise the Light, your youth is restored like an eagles.
  
   Lucy exited, kinda/sorta getting the groove of it all.  

Kooky Lucy Frost (7)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (7)"
   
   Lucy Frost and Pap shared a synergy of sauerkraut and beef sausage, spiced to the max baby. 
   @ the dinner table, a fine cherry-wood ensemble, Pap let her in on all the neglect and abuse she had denied, after her informing him of her new intuitive knowledge initiated by an altruistic physician, though her Big Appointment was 2morrow.  
   Anyway, Pap mentioned a few things, like how family always said she was incarnate, and should let out her lusts, not knowing--she possessed none, being very poor in spirit.  Her path and bizarre nature was gravely misunderstood by them; thus, thinking she wanted what they had, they attempted to force her onto their path.  But she would not be initiated.  Taking crummy jobs, and suffering with faith and hope in the Christ Consciousness, hoping that people actually gave a damn about the shapeless divinity of it ALL.
   Furthermore, Pap said they couldn't understand how she didn't want to compete.  But her gifts were beauty, resistance to pain, yet too much trust, believing the monkeys that always rattled her cage, attempting to drag her to the peanut-eating circus.  But he reminded:  hell hath no fury like a woman in scalding white scorned, armed with an azure burn--the blue being the hottest part of the flame.  Not exactly a mother's revenge, but more like a renegade's reckoning.  So, he told Lucy to lift up her chin, for as a crazy South American once said:  "Sad is a man with no friends; sadder is a man with no enemies."  

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Dudes, wait a freaking hour . . .

   
   "Dudes, wait a freaking hour . . ."
   
   Like Hemingway now.  Bang. Bang. Bang.  Wait an hour till reading my Blog.  It's automatic.  My mortality cannot type that swiftly.  I'm being mercurial--fast but erratic.  Wait an hour till you read my published Blogs--okay.  Wait.  Saint Joseph--Mirror of Patience.  But me:  Happy.  Happy you guys are reading and spying.  A hater wants to hate, a thief wants to steal, and a wise man wants to merge with the light.  We are all characters in a story, but get a grip on your pen.  Okay, wait till I edit my mercurial speed, and I don't even read The Flash comic books.  

Rattle your own cage; you belong in it

   
   "Rattle your own cage; you belong in it"
   
   Never tell me the odds--a smuggler instructs artificial intelligence gone golden.  And they worship that gleaming calf, till a Prophet like Ezekiel comes along.  Always takes a prophet, never appreciated in their own time, but I know no prophets, for who can spot the light when the darkness comprehends it not?  2nd LAW, and things will not change.  Entropy.  Possibly.  Gleaming and total purification of awesomeness.  Purgative step being the first step in:  P + I = U.  Ask Saint John of the Cross, Mr. Science.  Gotta mortify the senses, as did King George's physician; otherwise, feed the monkey.
   They swing on the Cross @ Calvary.  Scratch their hairy beards.  Stupefied in glaring at the Cross, as if no comprehension, or not a bit of hope in that beyond the banana peel, which fools foolishly slip on.  Why not be a child?
   Shut your face woman.  Nothing worse than a big-mouthed woman.  Mother Angelica had no big mouth.  Back @ the REAL Catholic school, the Sisters would enter, and the Priests would meekly sit in the lowest places with humility, fearing the Gom Jabbar of it all, knowing spice during burial preserves.  A woman in inviolate white, always appearing on the 13th, and they say Catholics hate women, and that Nuns get Priests their coffee.  I was there dudes.  Even my Monsignor was terrified of their intuition and empathy--high class and solidly chaste.  But not big-mouthed.  Do as My Son says.  Women don't have a hairy scrotum; thus, they should not envy.  Wear white like Emily Dickinson, but black, to absorb the negativity.
   Don't make the neurologically-challenged sign fraudulent documents lawfully illegal.  Don't walk with a straight spine forged from personal pride and put your feet on the General's desk.  Don't flash your grill, those gold teeth credentials.  A wild dog could rip your throat out, or just piss on your reptilian toenails.
   And to think, the POLICE lost Sting, that allegorical Wasp and his infecting Totem.
   I leave you with Saint Francis--no wussy, neither was the bullwhip-carrying Christ, for Saint Francis, having spent a year in the Crusades, and next to Vietnam, the cruelest of Wars; regardless, as he asks of the SOURCE:  "Where there is darkness, let me put light.  Where there is sadness, let me put joy.  Doubt, faith.  Despair, hope.  And may I not be understood, but may I understand."  Only in Christ's Name can you ask, or it is an eternity in the vacuous dirt-nap.  

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Kooky Lucy Frost (6)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (6)"
   
Lucy did diligently dash home to praise Pap--
The old bibliopole having an Orthodox prayer book in his lap;
Plus, a smoldering piece of dancing cherry and ash,
Looking like a dandy old timer, having had a good IRA; thus, he had some cash;
However, this was TOTALLY about her today,
For she felt the cyanic communication of the Socratic probe thieve her away from utter dismay;
Indeed, she was a stale fruitcake, getting older--though no longer bound,
Like an adopted, aged hound with deaf and neurotic tics can still grow to hear harmonious sound;
Hence, Lucy told Pap about her Christ-like awakening--
That so many people are more than orgasms faking,
And while not to be dirty or impolite,
But better than smashing windows on college campuses due to Freedom of Speech--a RIGHT.