Sparky Puma--and me

   Sparky Puma--and me

   Sparky Puma met her creator--an altruistic, kinda, wackadoodle, yet so is the Savage Man and GMAN, best un-owned voices on resonating radio.  They seem to have no faction, and Sparky Puma knows that vibrating feeling, yet she never used Direct Current for personal pleasure--a classy lady.  Loves dogs. 
   She knew many O minus stuff was put into so-called soldiers, yet that stuff is not the rare and stubborn shit--just uncommon.  Her ex-hubby was given a pint, as if that would give him power over her unique pussalicious feline that didn't need Sheriff Jeff Long and 5 witnessing deputies empirically observing as the 5th Amendment was thieved by Kevin Feltner-dolt, instructed by crooked attorneys, and she has the medical records.  Like punk cops in Jersey that punch out little though maybe obnoxious girls, instead of having enough Viking scrotal potency to black-jack a child molester. 
   Sparky Puma had the deck stacked against her from the beginning because she knew Abraham intrinsically.  As Jesus and Jack Kennedy both kinda said:  "We are strangers here. "
   But Sparky Puma knew God is good, and that as the one man Jesus loved mentioned, the Eagle himself:  "The LIGHT cometh, and the darkness comprehends it not. "

Did u sell Mom's Parts?

   
   Did u sell Mom's parts

   Her blood was worth a fortune, especially mixed with Wheaten blood.  All metaphor and allegory--she loved her puppy. 
    Dr. Grenier/Crank 40 MG of zyprex, thank God I never took it more than a week.  Mom yelling at me:  Wake up!  Wake up! 
   I was a zombie with no clarity. 
   Freudian slips.  He knew my ex-wife's name and I never mentioned it in the first year.  Lived where I always lived.
   Told me about Hindu meditation--hey man, Jesus Christ is for me. 
   Was the Notary Fraud about donating Mom?  Red Market? 

   Oh well.  I pray and wash and love my God in a Free America.  I like Trump. 
   I also have a Bill of Rights.  No crimes. 
   People are nasty.  But, God Bless.  

Phony Family

   
   Phony Family

   Mark. u have a Trust Fund.  Mark, ur Dad left u modest financial security.  Mark, take these opiates.  Mark, you'll be dead soon. 
   Should I go on?  Never got a dime.  Never became addicted, though my attorney brother wasn't shy about asking for pills.  
   Too, never died five years ago like the Priests at Saint Matthews kept telling me. 
   Guess what pills I take now?  Nothing.
   Oh well. Are there any nice people?  I'm blacklisted.  Filled out every job application,
even for cleaning toilets.  Nothing.  Thanks Nancy Brown.  Mom always told me not to eat ur "special" meals--the next day getting a Remicade Infusion. It's on record toots. 
   If I was still on that--I'd be dead.  Haven't taken any in over ten years.
   So, I'm fed phony bologna about living arrangements.  Not allowed to go to my house.  Blacklisted.  Called wacky.  If I am, didn't W.  Bush sign the American with Disabilities Act? 
    Guess it doesn't apply to me. 
    Gotta see the new Han Solo movie.  Looks old school.  God Bless.  And thank so many of you for proving how much anger you have.  

Butch and Sundance

   Butch and Sundance

   Who the hell are these guys?  My old man, the few times I got to see him minus the antagonizer and thief concerning my gifts from a loving father--well, he loved Newman and Redford. 
    Who the hell are these guys? There's rules to fighting.  What a great movie.  Jumping off the cliff. 
   I ask:  Where do people buy their poison at?  They seem to carry it in every bar I go.  
   God Bless them. Or not. 

Angela M King--illegal alias?

   
   Angela M King--illegal alias?
  
   Hope she's not fooled good government, or lives in a house needing to be condemned, infected with mice and rats--also, stuff called wax, torched and imbibed by children?  Hope she wouldn't do that. 
   Or sex with--well--read Faulkner. 
   I have it all written down. 
   Good Marine passed.  It wasn't his fault. 
   Pray for peace, yet know some Romans polluted the Holy Text.  Not all--many are sublime.  Jesus is a fighter full of love.  Not a social advocate without supreme power.  Praise Jesus. 

Tribal Mentality

   
   Tribal Mentality


   It's all real Bubba Cheese.  Agendas.  Too, aliens, Masons, firetrucks, hookers, etc., 
   Can't we all get along?  Nope. People are in bondage to their greed save the super-sublime.  Joseph lost his family due to envious brothers. But gregariouslly gelled with the Egyptians, shaving his head and being mummified. 
   Everybody knows. Even silence gets u slayed.  Remember the lowly man commanded to warn of the One,True God. He's wise to be a pious bastard.  As David mentioned:  "Fear only God."
   Iniquity requires one thing.  Agreement. 
   Dodgers still can do the Bob Conrad punch out thing.  Mr. J. Church--throw this dog a bone. 

Sparky Puma--what

   Sparky Puma--what

   I could have been a Nun, yet they rejected me.  So, used to being loathed save by sweet and brave people, I married ex-hubby and wrote poetry while folding his underwear all day, taking out trash, and cooking.  Moreover, all the rest.  Then he noticed I was a shape-shifting Puma and got all racist on me. 
   People fear what they are not.  Heck, I love my dog Jubles, and for all that he is.  Secret:  An angel dog.  Thanks Tobias.  I'll keep washing and burying dead animals I find.  And I only eat fish except when I can't afford it.  Been living on meow-mix for one week.  Heck, other people have it worse.  Praise ya Jesus.  You are my vine. ####