Bug and Jinn alert

  Bug at rest area 40West towards Memphis, janitor knows.  Silly phony Joanie spotted approximate year ago at Saint Matthews is probable O with indoctrination and is heavily controlled, yet there's hope for her Jinn infestation.  Metaphor.  R u people delusional?

   Tonia shouldn't have been talking as a married woman.  I was just weak and stupid and boy did I mortify my senses--religious freedom, yet Jesus takes the Cross for me from now on--thanx comprehender of Light. 

   Raises's husband is Knights of Columbus-and I like Indians, hell, Colombus is kinda cool too.

   I know Jeffrey bullshits.  He says I'm using psychic powers to attack him.  Sounds like he needs evaluation or to give back the money.  I could use some funds.  Appreciate totally what I have been given.  Being in the field takes gas.  Not the kind that comes out of my hairy buttocks.  I don't know why God put all that hair there. 

   USA is in the crab.  Not so bad.  God Bless the patriots, and radio men. 

   Mom was never physiologically sick until they targeted her.  Think of that classy yet doubting lady.  As soon as I was exiled they cut her open.  They lleave her in urine and shit and cook her.  The Priests followed me at night plenty.  Too bad I never did anything naughty, like they do. 

   For Mom and all the true Judeo-Christians.

   

Angel got out of cage

Angel got out of cage

   Actually, a shitoad did.  Johnny Ringo, looks like somebody just walked over ur grave. 
   No no.  Just know many Earthbound are free and totally aware.  Now listen and stop drinking ur own Kool-Aid.  They can help their former captors and break bread. 
   If they realize their potential and are threatened, well . . .
   They know, any they're not hostile unless controlled against their will, and hope they don't find their Father's Will if any abuse has happened--be nice and so will they. 
   Nice night.  USA.  The reason people try to scare u is because they're afraid. 
   

Basements/Pittsburgh

Basements/Pittsburgh

   My Mom was a bit of a snob.  She's over it.  My cousin, brother, and myself were driving past Pap and Grandma's old house and they said:  Who would want to live like this?
   Hell, I would.  Would do plenty of harvesting for rights to the old shanty with a million dollar basement needing tobacco purification and the vibes of a cold Iron City being cracked open along with live radio and a junkyard dog, nice lady in the kitchen cooking pot roast with pure butter, spice, and crisping carrots. 
   I was told that the poor are skanky, yet now I know better, for if they have purpose it provides pure promise. 
   So, I desired to be a writer--the best in the galaxy.  Who is to thieve that from me? Would see the journalists with their pewter flasks full of fun juice for inspiration--being a writer allows you to have a few beers on the job--afterwards u go home and pop garlic followed by hot or iced coffee. 
   Pap mentioned someone was a thief at work and got heckled:  What were they stealing, the coal? 
   A man who was our Patriarchal vine and did more than merely provide--as well as honest, kind, smart, and strong.  He could cook, garden, maintenance, foreign languages, and endure a stubborn German wife.   He's gold to me. 

King Size Cats

King Size Cats

Thanx brave chick at McDonalds. Thanx Susie, Monty, Canary yellow ladies, old timers, and especially u cool kid--sardine eater--ya, they're great Americans. 
   We are making America Great again.  Nice people.  And this from a nice dog with a cabbage for a brain. 
   To coyote from the greatest standing radio broadcaster--forces are special. 
   Love u Mom.  So he cheated, u know it doesn't matter now.  If old Dave King would've raised me--I damn well know I'd have played college ball.   Love ya Dad.  Ur last words:  Patti, Mark!  We're still here u awesome old man. 

Eagles Dare

Eagles Dare

   I guess I put u at risk, or perhaps God is laboring with mystery. 
   Ur a target now--steel urself and galvanize with pure zinc. 
   My other friend is too strong.  God will protect.  The Eagle too.
   My ex-wife never let me watch Monk. Get out of the room--they're making fun of people like u.  Hell, a clinical psychologist told me to my face:  U know ur a freak, right? 
   I always kinda knew bucko, and ur a shrinking putz.
   Hey Miller time--if some phony bologna shrink tries to evaluate u and u mention Heston, ponies, and Soylent Green, well--just take the fifth.  Who am I to tell u though. 
   Kick their ass Mom.  I saw that cold look u had in ur electric green eyes and heard u say I love u. 
   Stay with it Mom.  U know. U damn well know now.  Thanks be to God Almighty.

Ajax

Ajax
   Better mind than me--these children are a Trojan Horse.  Quoting Scripture.  Really?  Planned Parenthood anyone?  And where do those body parts go? 
   Odysseus gets armor.  Can Ajax get a defense attorney?  I know, Kennedy:  Life is not fair.  Yet isn't it our responsibility to make sure it is--to do for our country without any agenda save liberty?
   I see the elderly.  Their income milked by their own children.  Children who claim their own folks are too old and crusty--and because of that they can't bear to be around them. 
   Yet do these people not deserve the best lives?  Their bodies falsely admitting weakness, and the youth gives them nothing but phobia.  And yet the old bad asses, praying in truth every morning, and remembering the Pledge, not surrendering what made them great in the first place.  God, country, and country music when girls wore cut-off jeans and cowboy boots instead of party dresses.  Can u run in those shoes toots? 
   I loathe the self-impressed click of high heels with an ankle tattoo strutting behind me.  But, they're not hurting anybody except some dumb ass guy being used for his energy--an ogle is energy to many lonely women.
   Like I'm not a dumb dog chasing frisbees, now knowing why every car I've owned has never had air condition.  A really stupid smart guy.  But hey smart ass lady--u wouldn't have lasted a day without ur Starbucks and adoration of hornafied men.  Don't get pissed at angels who won't carry ur water.
   God Bless us Dickens.  We all could use it.  I have a feeling, could be wrong, Christmas in July will get Gore another Peace Prize.
   Oh well, 1776 will have another birthday. 

Jeffrey--court order

Jeffrey--court order 

My food, 6 cans of tuna, soups, sardines, chips, Gatorade, 5 Gallons distilled water, and my Indian knife, my cooler contents--coin collection worth a pretty penny, 4 bottles magnesium, Turmeric, Ginseng, Ashwaganda, Ginkgo, Vitamin C, B-Complex, D3, peppermints, Vaseline for self lubrication, stun gun, poem on Davy Crockett, Cheetos, and a few other things was directed to be returned, and I got nothing but maybe half the money it was worth, a phony we love u Mark, Solomon's warning from Deputy Carter with the nasty wink and contempt for Skynard, basically admitting that he supported Kaperpickle,  and an Aunt that has dementia, and her sons will be happy to reap some more of her grave money but will be too busy fighting a father figure for it and why would u meet with Larry in a hotel in the late 70's or early 80's?
   People at Shell--nice and curious, love ur coffee and cleanliness, nice Geiger Counter--is that what it is called?
   Oh, Jeffrey is an officer of the court and so is his wife Rosie, and were supposed to oversee the return of my property.   Too busy licking their chops over Mom's innards.  Hey dumb ass, first thing they do when u die is drain ya.  Look it up.