Kooky Lucy Frost (26)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (26)"
   
   Kooky Lucy Frost decided to take the hint.  I'm back.  There would be no discharge on her face, or cruel and unusual engagement of sport-like intercourse; on the contrary, only a missionary love-make of non-lascivious lust, but two becoming one to produce the fruit of her broken womb.
   It was in Conor's room.  His parents were inside the house, yet this brought her comfort.  Not in a sick sense of getting caught to add to an exciting rendezvous of cool coitus, yet a shield of acquiesce, knowing his Irish, Catholic stock supported a new lineage; indeed, this was naked play in order to continue a line of two broken souls, allowing one of God's lit candles to exist, for the cruelty of life is a gift, if you see Christ next to you, suffering--ya gotta hang in there baby.
   The French kisses were not sloppy.  She noticed no boogers in Conor's nasal cavity, and he smelled like mint, and tasted like it too--fresh.  And while she experienced no euphoria, the sense of him there was pure union, and his discharge was as if not, but verily--she knew she was pregnant, and that life began before conception, ordered by something beyond our perception, this illusion of life, most merely using five senses, taking for granted the All-Creating Hand of God.  
   Conor rolled over and smiled sweetly.  She blew her dirty-blonde out of her face, painting him with a gregarious glare from a protracted glimpse by way of her forest-green eyes.  

Tony Curtis--The Manitou

   
   "Tony Curtis--The Manitou"
    
   My big brother, not Christ, but my bio-bro made me watch this movie when I was a little kid; as a result, I learned plenty, for there are no coincidences in life.
   All Tony Curtis ever desired in life, as he admitted on Letterman years back, was to wear tight pants, in order to show his junk.  Damn girl--I'm not being raunchy--this is freaking Tony Curtis, and he played in the true story of a genuine erudite with no education, dubbed:  The Great Impostor.
   The American Indian or Native American friend he had in The Manitou, that medicine and holy man, humbly stated:  "I'm just a simple man with a bag of tricks."
   Men don't carry purses anymore.  You know how much shit my Dad had in his wallet?  We all need a medicine bag.  But nobody believes.  Anti-Psychotics that paralyze, but to hell with the sea salt and lavender.  Crystals as grids.  Crystal radios with copper wire.  Nah, it's all bullshit.  The ancients were stupid.  We have Internet porn--they did not.
   My watch is still quartz powered.  My Pap's.  Animism is true, in a sense.  Not a sparrow falls from the sky that My Father doesn't know about; furthermore, Christ said to look at the flowers, and that in all of King Solomon's glory they are ornamented and clothed better than him.
   If the truth frightens you, keep drinking and escaping into adultery.  A woman's bosom will not console you like courage and admittance of truth.  The Norse people get into Valhalla by being brave, and there was none braver than Christ, hanging on a tree as did the All Father.  But I do not babble like a pagan, for God knows my every thought, and the Our Father is ALL I need.  

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Out of Control--Christ's Way

   
   "Out of Control--Christ's Way"
   
   The Spirit led Christ up the mountain.  There, he faced the devil.  The devil said He could give Him all the women, riches, and fame of this world.  Christ said He had no use for it.  The devil departed, in a state of stupefaction; next, the angels comforted Christ, and the Disciple asked Him who He was talking to--Christ basically said:  "The prince of this world.  But he has no control over Me.  I'll do my job--I guarantee it."
   Christ healed on the Sabbath, telling them:  "If your son falls into a well on the Sabbath, you must rescue him."  He was out of control, not listening to anyone save His Father.
   Then, to teach Him a lesson, they murdered Him--the death sentence, yet Christ didn't listen.  Not even death could control him.  He rose.  No man or angel should control you and make you a robot, for God has granted you free will.  It is your duty to only fear and obey God.  Caesar has his reward, for now.   

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