Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Monday, July 24, 2017
Amphibology Adal (2)
"Amphibology Adal (2)"
Out in the Idaho plains, carrying her .410, not sawed off, but if she were a cowgirl--it would be, with a custom-made holster, that small scatter-gun equipped with double-barrel love-make for the dynasty of the devil's rich men, them sowing weeds among the fruits, yet Adal was positively in charge of keeping her own crop clean, not defiled by any man, and as frigid as Antarctica breaking away from its Continent status; moreover, morphing into the State of Florida--just look at Florida--it's geographically well-hung and perverted , and dirty shit happens there with them mosquitoes; plus, the little Cubans--all they want to do is dance and have sex, knowing a dictator is the order of the day for Halloween, putting a potato on your male arousal; thus, you're a dictator. Anyway, Adal's great niece came to visit--a real tart with the heat of the American South infused into her lascivious loins, never getting enough of a modern education, where they don't climb the scholastic ladder of academia for information, yet drink Kool-Aid and go to frat parties, where the boys are always dropping X and ready to pet the panty hamster, but girls shave now, and infantile allegiance is an agenda of the Real World while the welder pipe-fits and gets no respect, yet dignity is deserved by all, especially those in the womb, dodging a pencil's insertion that wishes to iniquitously erase life,; next, they arrest due to the rich man, yet deny the non-pernicious pauper who loves to invoke Huckleberry Finn, though not listen to Tom Sawyer and throw rattlesnakes at the lovely Jim, before Robinson Crusoe made a movie franchise. So, at her humble habitat, Adal, the 53 year old German immigrant, sat across from her great niece, Tanya, the brat pierced with perversion.
TANYA
I was so upset when I heard River Phoenix died.
ADAL
Why? You never had a chance with him anyway.
The German way. Be a bitch, and fight.
Sunday, July 23, 2017
Amphibology Adal (1)
"Amphibology Adal (1)"
Old Adal had learned the Pledge of Allegiance; plus, most of the Bill of Rights as a German immigrant launched into this wondrous web of woven America. She didn't fly her old country's flag, but Betsy Ross' flag, remembering and having reflection upon the old ways, and thirteen already here, not seated at the table or born Nordic, but Fatima and the design of inviolate-white and cool-blue Dodging like an L.A. player in the outfield.
She was 53 years of age, had a shotgun, merely a .410, but it would scatter some teeth, and make a squirrel into a pot of soup with one blast. Living in Idaho she knew of much Native wisdom, adhering to not only the animism of true Americans, but old European folklore, of course, it gelled with the Trinity, her always chanting: "Holy Trinity, One God--have mercy." Knowing the Koran states not to put God next to the Gods; however, Saint Patrick's 3 leaf clover example displays it the best, for they are separated, yet ONE, the Father being the Crown; next, a 4 leaf clover, and you're talking the female phantom of luck known as the Virgin Mary. But people have their heads in their phones, chasing robots, not knowing the SPIRIT is greater, forsaking Matthew 4:4, Christ bluntly saying: "Man lives not on bread alone, but on every Word breathed from the mouth of God."
Adal was single, and she liked it that way. Didn't want a yeast infection, or for John Barleycorn to resurrect her into a state of stupor, though she fancied the Green Knight, knowing decapitation puts Sir Gawain on an honorary quest for the totality of truth.
Sad. Every one has a nefarious agenda save the tradesman. Sad. Phony news. Totally phony doctors. Bush League schools. But the welder always fits a pipe, baby. And Adal cranked the fire, lit a cherry, and purified her lungs; next, exhaled prayers to the Father. Her father. And possibly yours too. Perhaps . . .
Saturday, July 22, 2017
Birds and Baseball
"Birds and Baseball"
There are plenty flying phenoms as mascots in MLB. Blue Jays that feed on eggs and can mimic the call of larger birds; plus, Cardinals that show us to take care of ourselves, yet counterpoise it with compassion for others; next, the Baltimore Oriole, 1 of 9 Oriole species in North America.
Orioles generally are omnivores. Their bill is aquiline, measuring to the same specs of their head, mostly. Males generally taller than females. Cal Ripken, Jr. could slam-dunk a basketball too; moreover, a sign that the hard times are over. That the Sun is gonna rise on you
I wish they had a Grackle or a Robin. Maybe a Raven would be nice too. Anyway, wherever I go, I ask people: "Do you like baseball?" And they all explain that they enjoy going to live-action games, but ignore it on television. I tell them to just make a hot dog and drink a beer, imagining that they're actually there. We need to appreciate the game more. One word: CHARMING.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)