Indigo Samson (25)

   
   "Indigo Samson (25)"
   
   Samson Landon got Maxie to purchase him a baseball type of hat with the word KAWASAKI tattooed boldly and beyond the bill, not that he didn't prefer the HARLEY DAVIDSON logo, yet the income of it all; however, never complaining about his woeful wages, but knowing he deserved a fair portion, for it is ever right that the poor man only armed with a fishing rod, a half tooth grin, and a case of crabs made absent by dandruff-controlling shampoo, of any type, gets a sort of decent dowry. 
   He bit into Maxie's mind with the softest of close and contained comfort, tuning into her everyday yet electric brain that housed a frontal lobe kinda crystal, going all Fourth Dimensional, but not resisting the super-mundane aspects of his long-haired weirdness, knowing that a rock does truly give water, and a sorrowful wanker's weapons are forged by an acknowledgment of angels and saints, bragging the axiom that there is more than blue-jean Jesus, but a Christ as architect of the magnificent Multiverse, writing our book, combining our self-forgotten souls with the temptation of atomic consciousness, yet diligently digesting our feeble free will, if gone non-molested by the illusion of critical circumstance.
   Next, he pulled Maxie and himself into a SONIC eatery, ordering onion rings, and tipping the car-hop by way of a clean George Washington.  

Indigo Samson (24)

   
   "Indigo Samson (24)"
   
   Samson rebuked his fears.  Looked at Maxie through Christ's Eyes.  A sister.  Sisters don't get factory love-make; regardless, they receive a plethora of their non-pernicious portion, if they see their brothers as a chestnut-haired Christ.
   Call him crazy.  He's had too much brew.  Have you not read the Scriptures?  Wine to make man's heart happy, and herb for the service of man.  You're uptight, and drink the sober poison, but if you walk in the Spirit of Christ; next, He walks in you.  Despise not your beauty, but shine it out.  They'll hate me with envy.  Let them hate--it only makes you stronger.
   What can a gorgeous blonde girl do but be dumb, they ask?  She is an angel, and you resent her portion, yet know not of your own.  Be the warrior dwarf, and engineer love within.  That Interior Castle known and explored by Saint Teresa of Avila, knowing the little reptiles are easily picked up, as the Gospel (Good News) of Christ expounds, and boldly.
   You're crazy.  Yes, but I'm not stupid.  And Barney Miller never ends.
   Samson kissed Maxie on the cheek.  Brother and sister.  Envy not your brother's portion or your sister's beauty, but feed off of the love.  Feel the electricity of love, within and around.  
   Samson gave praise . . .

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St. Raphael the Archangel HD

Dominate Women; Crush Enemies--Allegory

   
   "Dominate Women; Crush Enemies--Allegory"
   
   Don't give the Universal Church crap about women.  We don't worship the Queen of Angels; specifically, we honor Her, above ALL else; however, we do worship the Trinity Itself; hence, know the difference between honor and worship--they are different, but both great.  But Catholics honor women above the rest, and I've seen priests step back when nuns approach, truly.  
   Catholicism is a family.  Those that do God's Will are My Family--did Christ say.  Not flesh and blood, and not step-relatives, but truly, if they do God's Will and architect an internal conscience, not pursuing the prosperity pseudo-gospel; then, they are family.  Thus, as Catholics, we have the Trinity to worship; next, we have the Virgin Mary to honor, and the angels and saints; plus, the prophets and kings--these people, alive in Christ, are our family.
   Christ yelled at his friends.  I don't want my mother to wear a leather mini-skirt, and I would bitch her out if she made the attempt.  Be clean-cut; moreover, grow your hair long and tie it in angelic symmetry, with a goatee to match.  How you look is how you feel--a Monsignor did tell me in the 9th grade of it all. 
   

Archangel Gabriel and Big Bertha

   
   "Archangel Gabriel and Big Bertha"
  
   Can you feel it in the air?  My Grandma (Big Bertha) was a tough as steel daughter of German immigrants.  She was brutally honest, chain-smoked, and practiced her faith.  She went too far at times, like me, but anything to Godsmack a soul.  She used to say:  "You're gonna have a rude awakening!!!"  We all got it coming.  But look to the skies and repent.  It's wise to fear God and pray for your adversaries.  

NOVENA TO ARCHANGEL GABRIEL

St. Gabriel, Holy Archangel, you, who are known as the bearer of God's secrets meant especially for His chosen ones, we, God's children, are constantly keeping watch on God's message.  Through your powerful intercession, may we receive God's words and messages so that together with Mary, our Blessed Mother, we may give glory and praise to Him.  May we also radiate God's love to others by our exemplary deeds.  O, St. Gabriel, obtain for us the grace and present to God the Father the following requests (Here Mention Request) through Jesus Christ our Lord together with the Holy Spirit forever and ever.  Amen.  

Indigo Samson (23)

   
   "Indigo Samson (23)"
  
   Liberty and Bobby Rook were still as poor as a bull's testicle minus the mate, and they didn't imagine throwing a modern and tame Bulldog underneath its scrotum, which many politicians run from, suffering the tight squeeze of phobic frequency.  And speaking of frequency, Saint Raphael was accompanying them, sitting in the back of the Greyhound, wearing burgundy, knowing that the honorable war is always a just war, and not usually having the frequency of 526-606 THz.  
   Bobby Rook was disabled and severely celibate.  So, he gave Liberty a SNICKERS--to satisfy.
   Saint Joseph was celibate too, and he was a married man, being a terror to demons, and solace of the wretched.  Yup, they hated Christ even in the womb, wanting to kill him from the beginning.  It is what it is, as Hulk Hogan might say.  
   Anyway, they were taking the HOUND to Wyoming.  No giant jackrabbits like Arizona, but it had more of a Northwest feeling to it; as a result, Tobias and his angel dog would feel right at home.