Trust the milkman; don't trust the milkman

 
   "Trust the milkman; don't trust the milkman"
   
   Al Bundy knew of alien women.  Knew they had three breasts.  One on the back for dancing; indeed, I'm a student of history, boy.  Got me some tobaccee for my corn cob pipe and pappy.  
   Is pappy not so nice?  Shucks, gonna put the government in charge of grandma.  Gonna make her like Jango's ship:  SLAVE ONE.  Damn boy, Lando can't freeze everything, like James Dean in dat flick dubbed East of Eden, when they froze 'em some cabbage and kraut.  Krauts have always been frozen.  Blue steel in their frigid blood.  She won't even date Brad Pitt.  Good for her.  She likes her cigarettes and hot java, Maxwell House, with a box of chocolate-smeared cherries, and no--she cannot tie the cherry stem into a knot by way of oral persuasion, for that talent is reserved for tramps and toddlers, so innocent, before you corrupt their baby fat.
   Most people wear glasses to look smart.  Morphs you into a goblin, for ALL to see.  Unlike Air Force Intelligence--that Joint Chief of Staff might like a joint, for he's a Chief, and Chiefs inhale the Otherworld; next, exhale sublimity into the cruel world, just to give the Little Wolf a fighting chance.
   And God crafted coyote.  What a bird.  Don't have a bird, dude.  Whatever you do--don't have a bird, okay, sugar . . . 

CAMARO SS VS. BOSS 302

The Phantom Menace--symbolism of Amidala & Skywalker

 
   "The Phantom Menace--symbolism of Amidala & Skywalker"
   
   Fleur-de-lis, of course.  The red, that scarlet bride.  The other virgins.  The virgin birth.  Some say there were over 40 virgin births in America recently.  Parthenogenesis (spell'n?) I'm talk'n.  
   The beauty of a bride in waiting.  The movie is a little wacky, with a type of fish person; however, we hear of blood types, possibly.  A Grail thingamajig. 
   Not going further.  Purple eyes, hazel eyes, albino skin, rare blood, firetrucks, hookers, Charlie Sheen, and Pee-Wee Herman--it's all real, fella.  Stay calm and carry a lightsaber--some dude posted that years ago.  Not my original material.  But it has all been said before.  Olive farmers in Old Testament times, some, knew what was going on; moreover, all about the crooked system, and a denial of the Ultimate Super-Being, so simplistic, so much having made man in His Own Image.
   They need to make classic muscle cars again.  Re-produce Boss 302's from 1969--identical to the way they were forged.  Go old school.  Make Pony gallop again.  Hit sixty in a safe 5 flat, and who needs to top end over 130 anyway?  If you do, craft the behemoth Boss 429, made for ultra-high speed cruising.  That doesn't sound right, or looks, my words I mean.
   Got a SUBWAY tonight.  Still too much trepidation concerning TACO BELL.  Bubba Cheese watched a Western.  It's good to remember what you are, and where you came from.  Go on innate instinct, for some.   

Dire Straits - Money for Nothing original Lyrics

Boy, get ur granny a pawky pinch of sum tobaccee

 
   "Boy, get ur granny a pawky pinch of sum tobaccee"
   
   That southern-tongued sophistication, just put them in Faulkner's wardrobe--worked for Twain and Colonel Sanders, Twain before Faulkner, I reckon.  
   Mon cher, here's the Eucharistie, @ whatever prix.  
   And Bertha was putting butts in my mouth, with non-ignited cherry, when I was a timid toddler, waking up deep in the Confederacy, given many corn cob pipes before the age of six, for Popeye and the iron source of spinach were BIG at the moment.  
   I asked the fishermen at the park:  "Where did you get that fish, fine sirs?"  One utters:  "Boy, I brought it here."  I believed him, till I got home and drank a beer, finding common sense in the harvest of benign wheat, if there is such a thing.
   

Little old nature and Pittsburgh

 
   "Little old nature and Pittsburgh"
   
   He loathes the look of rats, yet even he would save a rancorous rat from an adder's baneful bite, armed with fanged toxicity that kinda/sorta electrifies with paralyzing poison, in the minimum, at least, save for the Badger of certain strengths.
   And the Badger hunts with Coyote.  A potent spirit and a ferocious beast of noble steel upon Terra's turf, so might a rock and roller say.
   What ever happened to Don Meredith?  The oldies were the goodies.  Are the goodies, Iceman.  My brother gravitated towards the Maverick character.  What a cocky son of a gun.  Nice.  And Padme Amidala, ornamented in the  Fleur-de-lis.  I always liked the Pittsburgh Steelers, covertly, especially their quarterbacks, but having two in Franco and Rocky, the lesser, but great one, having a decent portion of his foot blown off in Vietnam, yet he was both warrior and athlete, in the greater sense of that, and maybe more things.  

Get your virgin on

 
   "Get your virgin on"
   
   The worst day of the Virgin Mary's life, as Her heart/soul was pierced with a sword, under the rules of Occam's Razor, which would suggest, was watching Her Son die, getting brutally beaten, mocked, stripped naked, and listening to Him scream for Her @ Calvary.  Sure, for Jesus--He got to go to hell and kick some ass, unlock the doors, and do a prison break, but it was brutal for the most gentle of Holy Souls, Her yet to become, but always was:  Queen of ALL virgins.
   And yet She remains not in Heaven always, in a way, floating on the fuzz of a cloud, crooning Christmas carols, nor do the Elect, mostly--I would fathom.  She can super-position Herself, remaining involved in the ways of men and angels on Terra's battlefield, making a difference instead of enjoying the vacuum of paradise. 
   Yes, we mostly need the fundamentals.  It is dangerous to dig deeper.  But sometimes, you find out who you are, if you do make crusade.  As long as you walk alongside Christ, you can tolerate plenty of politicians and surmise the fruits of creatures, not judging, but avoiding or confronting.  If they think you'll avoid them; next, confront them.  If they think you'll confront them; next, avoid them.  
   Totally, Jim Rockford did it all the time.