1950's Era
People were still eating off of
silver utensils--more clarity. Old Dave King graduated high school in 1958, my Mom having actually, dingbat, Socratically observed his playing time and how the college scouts were amazed at his little Franco. I heard the stories, and listened with sincere reflection and awe.
Still, there's Porky's, and all people don't have microscopic vision, seeing the grime, but I've been blinded by darkness as well, yet fearing God is everlast.
People are being able to see more, and this awakening is causing suicide, dementia, lack of empathy, and total fear of what u should not fear--fear only God, David did boldly Psalm.
We asked for this--all of us. The Android Sex, the Paranormal, and now so many are cracking up. When the Adversary, Adam, and Eve sinned--God would redeem through Eve, and the Adversary would curse with confusion. God is not the Author of confusion.
Men, be weary of women with painted eyes and hunger. Women, fill yourselves with electrical spirit, nothing else save genuine kinship.
God does not oppress with law, yet restores. He is our only chance, and theft of energy is not His desire. Energy, to work properly, must be gifted, yet allow all souls to love themselves, as Jesus knew was wise. Me thinks.
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Monday, June 18, 2018
Hamburgers
Hamburgers
Ham gives me the creepies, yet a hamburger always seems wise. Even after intense paralysis, Mom could wrangle a hamburger for years, and if the scenario had been benevolent--she would've thrived, even after having endured a protracted beating throughout her life due to kindness, and being somewhat a ditz, but I've been there, adoring the masses without question.
She would come home from work sometimes a bit hot, saying: I wish I was a man today--I would've punched him out. Too, years of going into the workplace and being called a brown-haired midget.
I miss the hamburger. Needs red onion, salt and pepper of course, pickles, mustard, and I even like mayo--Im off the ketchup, baby. Took me years. I might go back. I just smelled some Folgers and awakened to the fact that I've been ignoring mustard. Jesus spoke of the mustard seed, yet not the ketchup seed. Look it up.
Ham gives me the creepies, yet a hamburger always seems wise. Even after intense paralysis, Mom could wrangle a hamburger for years, and if the scenario had been benevolent--she would've thrived, even after having endured a protracted beating throughout her life due to kindness, and being somewhat a ditz, but I've been there, adoring the masses without question.
She would come home from work sometimes a bit hot, saying: I wish I was a man today--I would've punched him out. Too, years of going into the workplace and being called a brown-haired midget.
I miss the hamburger. Needs red onion, salt and pepper of course, pickles, mustard, and I even like mayo--Im off the ketchup, baby. Took me years. I might go back. I just smelled some Folgers and awakened to the fact that I've been ignoring mustard. Jesus spoke of the mustard seed, yet not the ketchup seed. Look it up.
Cantina Scene--Eyes
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.
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.
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.
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