Honor the Virgin

   
   "Honor the Virgin"
   
   Everybody save, mostly, the Catholics and the Orthodox, fear the Blessed Virgin.  They should!  She is the Mirror of Justice, Virgin Most Powerful, Ark of the Covenant, Gate of Heaven, Morning Star, Tower of David, Tower of Ivory, House of Gold, Health of the sick, Refuge of sinners, Queen of ALL Virgins, Queen of Angels, Queen of Saints, Queen of Confessors, Queen of peace.
   If you can't stand in Her presence; next, you can't stand in Christ's, for He resides in His Mother's House, Her being the Gate of Heaven, Morning Star, the one you don't want to meet, if you are not on Saint Nicholas' gift list.
   So, they say She is a demon, many, then know:  She can even be envied by the wicked adversary, for She is so powerful.  
   But just love Her like a mother, and She'll love you back.  She is also:  Virgin most Merciful.   

Indigo Samson (29)

   
   "Indigo Samson (29)"
   
   Up in Montana, Bobby Rook found his calling.  The sick freak, a dilapidated soul, weakened by auto-immune disease and a total sense of eccentricity; nevertheless, a meek yet brave man named Big Fox, from the Crow Nation, son of Running Coyote, yet not as powerful as his father, the coyote being second unto the Great Spirit, in many of the indigenous and respected peoples' Tribes; anyway, Big Fox, armed a half-breed, being a carrot top, like a brave Pumpkin Head white man, with feathers in his Roy Rogers' hat.  But everybody wants to be John Wayne and punch a pilgrim, Mississippi.  
   So, Bobby Rook realized he had coyote potential, but also that of the Blue Jay, and it was on!  As they say in the American South; however, the Yankee will inform upon you how he's going to smack you, and the man from California just surfs, if he's cool, and eats at Kentucky Fried Chicken, with chop sticks, no less.  And I like to speak Spanish in my dreams, for I watched skateboard movies in my early twenties, that's how old I am, Mississippi.  
   It was pretty good, not totally, but pretty good for Bobby Rook to know, he too had Powers and Principalities living amongst him, metaphorically, and so damn gingerly.  

Indigo Samson (28)

   
   "Indigo Samson (28)"
   
   Miriam was napping in the fuchsia-hued Boss 429, it was alive with cam, a rumbling type of octave that stole her into the salty sea of dreams, whereas Buck the wolf wagged his tail; next, jumped out of the window in the residential area in which they were kinda/sorta squatting, and found the front yard of an opulent and ostentatious house filled with, probably, spoiled brats; then, smelling their greed, he took a raunchy poop on their front porch, howled at the incoming lunar-kiss, and sauntered, on all fours, back to the massive big block.
   Miriam snored a booger from her celestial nose, made to laugh in vibrant slumber by way of a comedic Brownie, who feared her ironic twist of humanity and angelity, as the Rh mutation flowed through her victorious veins.  It's good to be a hybrid, having your feet on the ground but your crown chakra in the heavens.  
   Next, Buck leapt backwards into the muscle car, proving his superiority over the Queen's English, knowing he had not only artistic privilege, but the privilege as a non-ignoble beast to crap wherever he wanted, especially if it was for a true Lady's purpose.  

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I'm so southern, I'm related to myself

   
   "I'm so southern, I'm related to myself"
   
   Yee-Haw, boy!  What, your only industry was cotton, and you were too lazy to pick it yourselves; thus, what were you gonna support your country on--making tampons?  Southern men still pick cotton when their wives go into a state of toxic shock.  
   Damn Yankees made American Great, back then.  Trump, crazy Yankee, and now--you're damn proud to be called a Yankee, boy.  
   I coyoted this headline from a blonde, female comedian--she knows who she is.  Yet, she's not the first, and she won't be the last.  We have plenty of comedy and tragedy to go through, as the bard knew well.
   Just laugh.  Don't be such a wussy.  I never started a fight.  Karma is a bitch.  And don't think I don't know, boy.  Still--prayers to you, but never Godspeed, unless you run mercurial to Christ.  Where would we be without morality?  All of us, pissing in the street.  Underhanded is not nice.  Better to be a heart-stabber than put the knife in the back.  And no strutting proudly like a peacock with a stick up your ass.  What, are you a freaking super-model?  Nope.     
   Damn, the Dodgers swept the Diamondbacks.  Way to go.  Not since 88' I ponder, ya'll . . .

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