Cantina Scene--Eyes
This, from a halfway decent, well known, American Journalist. What, u've never heard of the Millennium Falcon?
Look at Han's, Obi-Wan's, and especially Chewie's eyes. What, do they look mean, violent, paranoid? Not a bit--to me.
These guys have been in the shit, and don't trust liberals that give false testimony and say: Everybody is so nice. Everybody loves everybody! People are ALL so nice.
Really. Tell that to my Mother.
Guarded is not and should not be considered paranoid. Know swords and defense, such as: Standing Guard.
John McCain is a war monger? Why don't u try getting stabbed in the groin and seeing if u'll admit the false doctrine that everybody has nothing but love for you.
Regardless, life is the Cantina scene--in a sense. Don't walk in there stoned and stupid.
Always liked space bars. Allegorically, mind ya.
Monday, June 18, 2018
Glory of home life
Glory of home life
A man I never appreciated enuff--tough yet merciful--does that make him manic/depressive? And isn't counterpoise balance? I've never been depressed, because I've never had loss of interest--and nature is on all day long--go out and get some.
Saint Joseph--glory of home life, model of artisans, mirror of patience, and terror of demons. Reminds me of Obi-Wan, yet cooler. Why would that schmuck tell Luke to kill his father? Couldn't the boy and Dad have a beer and get so drunk that there would be no bullshit. The grape speaks the truth--some say--r u picking up what I'm putting down, or have the terrified look of phony bologna shrinks on ur face when their patient pushes away their poison and feels smooth?
Even those quacks take their own pills, only getting into pseudo-science because they're the ones with problems.
Anyway, met a white lab this morning after my swim. Dog was metaphorically smiling and so freaking happy, making me happy to have petted her. Walk ur dogs.
What's greater than loyalty and love? Oh yeah--conscience and truth.
A man I never appreciated enuff--tough yet merciful--does that make him manic/depressive? And isn't counterpoise balance? I've never been depressed, because I've never had loss of interest--and nature is on all day long--go out and get some.
Saint Joseph--glory of home life, model of artisans, mirror of patience, and terror of demons. Reminds me of Obi-Wan, yet cooler. Why would that schmuck tell Luke to kill his father? Couldn't the boy and Dad have a beer and get so drunk that there would be no bullshit. The grape speaks the truth--some say--r u picking up what I'm putting down, or have the terrified look of phony bologna shrinks on ur face when their patient pushes away their poison and feels smooth?
Even those quacks take their own pills, only getting into pseudo-science because they're the ones with problems.
Anyway, met a white lab this morning after my swim. Dog was metaphorically smiling and so freaking happy, making me happy to have petted her. Walk ur dogs.
What's greater than loyalty and love? Oh yeah--conscience and truth.
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Staubach Memories
Staubach Memories
Though some have changed, 4 the better, a Hail Mary--Now, and at the hour of our transfigured victory.
Never a QB with more class--me thinks.
People are being manipulated and used, like pawns. I know I've been cheated by folk who have attended masked balls. That's their sin. And guys, don't allow women to make u jealous. Every man is stardust eternal, if he pursues the memory of his birth.
Little girls made cerebral assassins by organizations that are offering their empathy a false doctrine. Yet so much sublimity resides in Churches, and u know these people, for they have no envy.
Oh well, a system rigged for all of us save the obedient, yet only be obedient to Jesus/Truth. Read the Gospels, King James maybe, and u will find Jesus was not bi-polar, yet spirited and full of empathy. Words, labels.
I still like McDonalds and miss feeding Bandit plain hamburgers and watching her yummy it up and kinda give a doggy smile.
I know their is only one for me. Don't listen to them and remember me walking by and the sincerity u witnessed.
I want to culminate this with jocular levity--is there any other kind?
Maybe another day I'll give wacky humor. I miss being funny, and maybe I should start noticing Adrian Monk again. I don't mind being laughed at, yet if u could see me view my Mother while u giggle. And yes, people laugh due to being nervous. It's cool. A Golden Retriever barked while I was petting him yesterday and I jumped out of my skin, spilling my coffee, and his owner laughed. So did I--it felt great.
Though some have changed, 4 the better, a Hail Mary--Now, and at the hour of our transfigured victory.
Never a QB with more class--me thinks.
People are being manipulated and used, like pawns. I know I've been cheated by folk who have attended masked balls. That's their sin. And guys, don't allow women to make u jealous. Every man is stardust eternal, if he pursues the memory of his birth.
Little girls made cerebral assassins by organizations that are offering their empathy a false doctrine. Yet so much sublimity resides in Churches, and u know these people, for they have no envy.
Oh well, a system rigged for all of us save the obedient, yet only be obedient to Jesus/Truth. Read the Gospels, King James maybe, and u will find Jesus was not bi-polar, yet spirited and full of empathy. Words, labels.
I still like McDonalds and miss feeding Bandit plain hamburgers and watching her yummy it up and kinda give a doggy smile.
I know their is only one for me. Don't listen to them and remember me walking by and the sincerity u witnessed.
I want to culminate this with jocular levity--is there any other kind?
Maybe another day I'll give wacky humor. I miss being funny, and maybe I should start noticing Adrian Monk again. I don't mind being laughed at, yet if u could see me view my Mother while u giggle. And yes, people laugh due to being nervous. It's cool. A Golden Retriever barked while I was petting him yesterday and I jumped out of my skin, spilling my coffee, and his owner laughed. So did I--it felt great.
Saturday, June 16, 2018
Virgin most powerful
Virgin most powerful
When you cackle at me--you're mocking my Mother--Mama don't like that.
God is offended, as He was when David was caused to count his men.
My Mother's name--maybe a form of Miriam--Tower of David, House of Gold, Queen of Saints, Virgin most powerful.
God grants greatness to good girls, making them ladies.
Patricia, they swarmed u like bees as did David Psalm. And yet who other than David had such a spirited love for God Almighty--his eternal power source?
He wasn't manic, yet spirited.
You're in league with Kings Patricia!
Too, to Samson and Jesus--NAZARENES!
And Bandit was damn healthy when they took her. Better not turn out like Schotzi, Hoover, and Rufus.
Friday, June 15, 2018
Camping without Bandit the Wily Wheaten
Camping without Bandit the Wily Wheaten
I miss ya girl. U rolling through Canon City with your head out the window, looking so cool--you awesome puppy, even at 11 years of age.
We got in each others' way at times, yet u r still the coolest dog, like Tobias and his pup with Arch-Angel Raphael hanging around.
I'm trying to keep everything clean Bandit. Using baby wipes to clean the dash and washing windows every morning.
Still haven't managed to see a Dodger game this year, but hoping next time I have a beer there's some kind of baseball on.
Went to the park and walked--it wasn't the same not having to scoop ur poop.
So, I miss ya pal. Ur the best Bandit, everybody adored u.
Stupid huh, writing about ur dog? I don't mind. Never had many friends but Mom, Grandma, Pap, and my Dad. They're mostly all gone now. So I talk to Jesus plenty, and it's allowed under law. He was meek and kind, and for some reason the world didn't really like Him, but everyone wanted a piece of Him. There were none braver in my opinion. Just a simple tradesman that knew Scripture and hung out with his Mother and fishermen.
Anyway Bandit--here's the wacky song I wrote about ya:
The wily Wheaten don't know defeat'n--
The wily Wheaten gives joyous greeting.
I'll always have your silly dog face in my heart. Ur always with me girl--and so is Mom.
I miss ya girl. U rolling through Canon City with your head out the window, looking so cool--you awesome puppy, even at 11 years of age.
We got in each others' way at times, yet u r still the coolest dog, like Tobias and his pup with Arch-Angel Raphael hanging around.
I'm trying to keep everything clean Bandit. Using baby wipes to clean the dash and washing windows every morning.
Still haven't managed to see a Dodger game this year, but hoping next time I have a beer there's some kind of baseball on.
Went to the park and walked--it wasn't the same not having to scoop ur poop.
So, I miss ya pal. Ur the best Bandit, everybody adored u.
Stupid huh, writing about ur dog? I don't mind. Never had many friends but Mom, Grandma, Pap, and my Dad. They're mostly all gone now. So I talk to Jesus plenty, and it's allowed under law. He was meek and kind, and for some reason the world didn't really like Him, but everyone wanted a piece of Him. There were none braver in my opinion. Just a simple tradesman that knew Scripture and hung out with his Mother and fishermen.
Anyway Bandit--here's the wacky song I wrote about ya:
The wily Wheaten don't know defeat'n--
The wily Wheaten gives joyous greeting.
I'll always have your silly dog face in my heart. Ur always with me girl--and so is Mom.
Psychiatry Pseudo-Science
Psychiatry Pseudo-Science
Psychiatry wants to be the death of religious liberty in the good old USA.
An honorable man, following cerebral argument, got me out of the nuthouse after 3 days of good food, air, beautiful people, the patients, and charlatan cranks--the phony bologna doctors and bug-ridden nurses, yet a few were cool. Kevin Feltner can do nothing but lie. Can someone get him Presley's wardrobe from Jailhouse Rocks or however it goes?
Burning Coal drives away nasty things, some say. Not bad.
Little girls doped up, allergic to meat, bread, life itself--they should be laughing with respectable young men and having a cold beer under the luminous shine of the effulgent Moon and Star-Kissed sky, not doped up and told they're sick. Working at McDonalds is a great job, if u like it. U can always teach yourself a foreign language for under twenty bucks, and be damn good at it--if u love the language, truly.
Upon my wild exodus, nobody to meet me there save the Holy Spirit, and I told the laughing nurses: "Ladies, don't laugh at my expense. And make America Great Again."
And kid--there's nothing wrong with being a smart ass if u are a teacher too. Maybe politics would be a good racket for ya.
They took Bandit. Take care of ur Mama girl.
Psychiatry wants to be the death of religious liberty in the good old USA.
An honorable man, following cerebral argument, got me out of the nuthouse after 3 days of good food, air, beautiful people, the patients, and charlatan cranks--the phony bologna doctors and bug-ridden nurses, yet a few were cool. Kevin Feltner can do nothing but lie. Can someone get him Presley's wardrobe from Jailhouse Rocks or however it goes?
Burning Coal drives away nasty things, some say. Not bad.
Little girls doped up, allergic to meat, bread, life itself--they should be laughing with respectable young men and having a cold beer under the luminous shine of the effulgent Moon and Star-Kissed sky, not doped up and told they're sick. Working at McDonalds is a great job, if u like it. U can always teach yourself a foreign language for under twenty bucks, and be damn good at it--if u love the language, truly.
Upon my wild exodus, nobody to meet me there save the Holy Spirit, and I told the laughing nurses: "Ladies, don't laugh at my expense. And make America Great Again."
And kid--there's nothing wrong with being a smart ass if u are a teacher too. Maybe politics would be a good racket for ya.
They took Bandit. Take care of ur Mama girl.
Monday, June 11, 2018
Larry and Dementia
Larry and Dementia
Larry got physical, throwing me up against wall in walk-in bathroom.
I wake up after no air conditioning, change Mom on a mattress soaked in urine never looked after by phony planted nurse. The shirt she took off Mom yesterday she threw back in drawer covered in urine. She threw away all Mom's butter that I've been putting in her water along with magnesiun for strong bones.
I guess that's why Larry went to Notary on Highway 70 in Bellevue and dragged Mom drugged up and diagnosed with Alzheimer's stage 4 by David Edwards in front of the whole Universe, and on their video surveillance as well. Only a mentally deranged dementia-ridden man would be so blind. He misplaces everything. Even his firearms and cannabis stash--wonder if he buys it from dopehead Steve Brown? U can't have dope and guns in the house. No dope in me--Im drug free. Thanks Savage for talking some sense into us that didn't see a few errors in the otherwise perfect Kerouac who lived with his Mom.
I still like beer and organic tobacco--like a true American.
So Larry gets violent with me and misplaces everything including guns. That's why he had Mom running out of the house with all that ammunition years ago while investigated by the ATF. He made me watch the Waco movie with that dude from Wings.
Can't believe they've been neglecting Mom so bad. She's curled up in a ball, never stretched, washed, brushed, in the minutes I was absent. It's all about her Jesus Blood. They wanted to make her a dead bug, but Jesus Blood is stubborn. Unless u gravitate towards the A and party. The B minus is a tough son of a gun. It seems Mom has it all, and so many bugs, goats, and schmos are after it. Thanks Mom for always telling me to never eat Nancy's meals prepared especially for me. An angel and God's Dog living on Sherbourne Green, metaphorically. And not a soul will fix the air conditioning or make sure all that was stolen from us is returned. But you guys that do help--u are blessed. Allegorically right? U r blessed!
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