Grant, Sherman, Nietzsche, Joyce, and Francis

   
   "Grant, Sherman, Nietzsche, Joyce, and Francis"
   
   Comprehension.  Admit the truth, or the truth will not admit you.  Believe Me, He mentioned--you do not want to meet My Father without Me.
   Sherman said he didn't understand Grant; moreover, he said Grant didn't understand himself completely, and Sherman burned the hell out of it due to the fairness of war.  
   Joyce became a slave to the imagination, rejecting Christ; at the same time, he was the ultimate humble confessor, and Catholicism was on the tip of his ink pen--every word.  
   Nietzsche said Martin Luther was the ruination of the world, and rejected his German heritage due to the heretic.  Too, he always wrote on the topic of God.
   All is not what it seems.  Christ spoke in parables and riddles so that only the Chosen would understand.  He told the Rabbis of His time:  "Your father is the devil--the father of lies and murder; specifically, he was a liar and murderer from the beginning."  Jesus is not cotton candy.  Isaiah spoke of being saved by His stripes.  Were those stripes from the Passion, or when he bull-whipped the rich men out of His Father's Temple?
   As Saint Francis prayed:  "May I not be understood, but may I understand."  

All Night Long, Baby

   
   "All Night Long, Baby"
  
   One Billion Catholics.  They're all delusional and paranoid.  My Priest and the Pope himself talk to the Virgin Mary, invoke angels, and trust in the wickedness of demons; thus, lock them up!!!
   My Priest believes that a little cracker is the Body of God; as a result, lock him up, for he's delusional.  My Priest believes that he can forgive sins.  Lock him up.  They said my colon would be gone twenty years ago--it isn't.  They said my mother would have a feeding tube six years ago--she doesn't.  I was dead at birth, yet here I am.  Lock us up.  Obedient, even unto death.
   The psychiatric nurses asked me:  "Are you suicidal?"  I boldly replied:  "Would you kill an angel-faced man such as myself?  I am radiant and gorgeous; hence, it would be stupid to kill myself, for I house another, even more gorgeous, and the chicks can't get enough.  My step-father's women want to lick my genitalia.  When they're with their husbands, they focus upon my thrusts, but I thrust not; thus, they're delusional."
   If you're not in the top fifty of Universities; next, you have what is called a Bush League education; specifically, a four year vacation of drinking, drugs, Internet porn, and debauchery.  
   I love myself.  And I know:  Domination of women; plus, crush my enemies, allegorically I'm talking baby.  
   I speak not of myself, but when two become one, oh crap, just read the Gospel of Thomas . . .

Their Bravo Sierra

   
   "Their Bravo Sierra"
   
   If they say you're paranoid and delusional, why would they let you take care of the elderly for six years?  They're at fault then.  You do a great A+ job; as a result, their eyes morph envious green, for they have no ability to truly help, and nobody is proud of them anymore.  Pride, LOL.  Rebellion against God.  
   As G. Gordon Liddy told the press upon exiting prison, quoting the sober philosopher:  "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger."
   An educated man--what a peach.  

Robert Palmer - Addicted to Love (live)

Big Bert and Them Lanterns

   
   "Big Bert and Them Lanterns"
   
   My Bio-Mom finished the story about my Bio-Dad that Grandma (Big Bert) used to tell me, when my Patriarch confessed he was swept into a fatal attraction, her threatening:  "I'm not going to be ignored."
   She said that she was going to kill herself if he didn't leave her; next, Big Bert boldly and bluntly voiced:  "Then, let her kill herself."
   The Bio-Mother then said the Patriarch went into his car and wept.  Pap was there.  Stern and disappointed.  
   Fellas, don't let a woman with penis envy enter you.  Once those meat hooks sink deep down, you become her bitch.  King Solomon warns of the harlot with painted eyes, basically saying she will kill you.  Find the girl you dreamed of in your youth, for her bosom will bring true love--all of your days.
   And as King Solomon further mentions:  "A quarrelsome woman is like rain dripping on the roof all day long; moreover, she is olive oil in thy hands."
   Big Bert loved candles; furthermore, loved God, lighting herself up by teaching me to raise my hands like Moses.  And when your hands become tired, a true big brother like Aaron lifts them up to God for you.  

"The Karate Kid" Mr. Miyagi Confronts Sensei In Dojo

Joseph: The Dreamer (2)

   
   "Joseph:  The Dreamer (2)"
   
   How bizarre; indeed, how bizarre.  @ the loony bin, in the most strict of units, they had a sixty-three year old woman with Lewy Body Disease, not dementia--you can call it either one fake doctors; anyway, her name was Jane, nobody understood her save Joseph.
   Jane believed the head nurse to be her ex-husband, and she clearly and with precise cognizance explained to the Dreamer:  "Michael is not gay.  I thought it at first; next, I realized he was just of that age, and has prostate issues."  Joseph contemplated:  "Saw Palmetto anyone."  Moreover, he knew that contemplation and the act of "attempt" are clearly two different topics under the rules of the Queen's English.  Understand it T.J. Hooker, and clean up the streets in them blues, ya milkweed.
   The head nurse couldn't understand Jane worth a rat's ass, but Joseph explained:  "I speak neurological crazy, for I have hyperactivity of the Basal Ganglia, and go limp on a rocket's launch; also, my Bio-Dad put computers into rockets, but simply fancied himself a jock."
   The nurses would all try and make Jane laugh, but they could not.  Then, Joseph told her, injecting humor:  "My last wife called me a pecker once."
   Jane laughed for 42 minutes and 31 seconds.  Yup "God Heals" being Raphael's meaning, well, that one essence of the Divine Seven has a sense of jocularity.  Laugh, and resist not evil.