Glory! Glory! Bless My Soul…

To the highest heaven praise the winds that blow his name asunder!

To the four thunders, I charge ye- tell him he has a friend in me and I in him and we abundantly sing glory to glory of eternity to eternity the riches of graces.

Graces abound on the faces his children, like my dear neighbors Glenda, Ford, Mason, Elenor, Dixie and Thomas, who, without a doubt is glorified in his spirit and Sabrina… Oh… Heavenly mimosa!! What am I on??

Woo! Woo!

I haven’t even mentioned God yet! Or anyone who is real.

That is a love crime.

I repent.

Oh you crafty devil outta Georgia and VooDoo land…

I will get my revenge from sky power! Blaspheme not the holy putout of ballet and such… Speak ye not of Hellsinki. Sock-stinky Hellsinki poodoo waba-Wanda’s ding do gotta go ho did duty son.

I just lost my salvation. Mercy to you suffering young man. You did not. Neither did I. I was just talking and thinking clean thot. Bless yomama even ifn you ain’t liken her a bit. Bless yo daddy.

Pray for money to give it away. Redefine “gay” as doe-doe bird person. When theta hem and haw don’t give them yo craw. Look at a bar as a medical infusion center for low life nuts. Praise Jesus, but when you DO, please shut UP.

Glory mag ominous Maximus teal faze high five yo dignity shaddup chunk buddy rowdy sexy back hymnal free pleasurable flowers of MAY. In October.

Blessings,

Madea’s religious sister,

Mabelline

ps.  I’m sorry. I had wine at church. Church is in my kitchen. With my cat Dooger. He is Satan. No he just looks like a demon boy. Lord never said don use name of devil in vain… He jus say no calling the devil names like tricky honeysuckles or bedazzled of his or parader of pimpitudes. Yesssss.

Woo

Rated X Writing

The Hierchal Ethics Of Hell

Two Buddhist monks discuss why an immolation sacrifice may not precede an “on-purpose stuck in lift bridge gears death” televised… death.

Personally, I see no reason for human sacrifice. I guess I will one day die and find out if the monk came thru to La Spacia alright. No one talks to me much here. There probably won’t be Jack Shit for answers about the troubles of this inglorious world.

P’shaw. I’m gonna have some ice cream. Now. Uh. Yep. Chocolate sauce too you know I like to make a ski resort calamity chocolate lava scene .

I’m out of ice cream. And out of time, so thanks for writing this. You are welcome. Self love. Okay, done.

am I?

Angel Over Portlandia

Don’t you wish Angels were… Visible?

The city and sprawl of Portland, OR is my domain. I am the Urban Maji. The extension of Portland into Milwaukie evenly flows and morphs. I know the urban, rural and  burbs. I am no angel. I have one in me though.

I just asked him to help me write this.  Crime pays for a while. I am for police- right or wrong. I am a citizen blue. I think police highest priority is health and worst affliction is ptsd. What a reward for doing the RIGHT thing. To me, police can be safely assumed to be right but not good. Not BAD either. Maybe ‘bad ass’. Whatever.

So police should spend their paycheck. Specifically on sensory deprivation tanks incognito. It’s a psyche reload. Unless they want to hasten death, heart attack, stroke, marriage ruined, bottle hitting, God forbid doping, coking, all manner of corrosive habit. I believe wayyy better than THAT, but some cops do dilly for to make the tally dally. Ie reward and morale SELF. In that respect, anything is up for grabs.

So I  suggest cops secretly  take 50 Benadryl and a biggie sip of DM Robitussin equivalent to 50 mg dextromethorphan…  and go “floating” in a tank for 90 minutes. Once a month minimum. Floatation tanks are in every state in the USA. Any cop can. I would not say you are a cop for everyone’s good. It’s because psychonauts are into this. Hippies. Pothead artists. You don’t want to notice if there is a hint of people who do drugs. Like weed. It’s NOT advised before a float. I think they say not to. Which is why I suggested over-the-counter CNS depressant. Just a tad because I tested and with my ptsd that works a little better. I have a blood condition that plagues me and PTSD so it is like a massive reset button.

The staff at my floating place just asked me to write 300 words. Maybe this counts. I can write and write on what floating means to me. I may get a spot in the Portland Mercury. I never have been published. Now that I think of it, I don’t care if I am paper-bound. I am a blog writer. So now I do know and have known I am a writer. And there has to be good love to it. Huh- “good love”- I like that. The original writer wrote the world into existence (God) and I believe he uses some of my writing. I just care a little for popo. And that’s all I am saying. Better than spraying. Whatever. Heh heh.

The Turn of the Screw (Classic): A Play Adaptation. Finally!! In Pdx, OR

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Address
1126 se 15th
Tickets $18
Thursdays thru Sundays 7:30pm
Now and until Oct 22

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From my elementary school.
Amanda Boekelheide (pretty, huh?)… in:

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    See how frighteningly beautiful it can be and leave with no guilt.

    HEY! I’m talking to Terra L.S.! This post is for HER! Oh geez. I forget this reaches 900,000 people. Yeah. All of you ignore this!!! Except Terra.

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The result of ONE screw
gone a’missing. Shit.

    OH! Hey now you self effacating melon farmers!
If your name is Bill, Jane or Osworth… this is for you too I guess. I am not going to the play.

An actress named
“Sara H _ _ _ _” once tried to split me in half from my wife with the promise of a cocktail and a stay at her apartment. I drank alone and STILL my wife thought this Don Juan was near ‘wanding’… wandering… with just a phone call. I don’t trust actors. Dangerous… toothy… sparkley… and gay. Olde gay. Not pink gay.

     Now it feels like everyone is flirting. Screw it. Now I ask directly if someone is attracted to me. If they get mad or turn the screw on me like I have an AGENDA on them, I hang it up. I don’t mess around with people who feel they can disrespect my wife by speaking to me like my wife. One woman is allowed to push me uncomfortably towards her. My wife.

In a troupe of actors when my marriage is seeing trouble that is the last place I need to go. I used to act… to get women into bed. Long long ago. That part of me is dormant and will NOT die until I do.
Ha.

I process the data. I am funk-aut. Functional autistic. Life is hell. I make erotic art and feel only spirit 99.94% of the time. Ta-tas n hoo hoos… long hair and booze…

     But………………………………………………if you live in Portland, OR put down $18 or eighteen crowns and see these clowns do pro art f-16 low and slow acting excellence. If you do I will mail you a puppy.

Love,
Syn-Sin

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V V

ACT II
I just smoked some crack, ate a ding dong, shot heroin, smoked weed, a ciggy, had a bm and told someone else’s kid he is a fart machine.

Act III

Willy Wonka… you ARE the father!!

ACT IV
(Mrs. Butterworth DID Willy.
I call them my Mom and Dad.
Sweet parents.)

ACT V
Mom-
Just kidding. I know that on July 4th 1973, you and Dad had some wine, went to bed, did NOT sleep and ____ _____ _____ _____ ____ ____ and ____ ___ then _____. So the stork brought more wine. Lazy ass stork- because Dad COULD not ____ ___ or ______ ____.

I know too much. My pre-fetal ghost SAW it all. I forgive you Daddy and Mommy. You looked like you were in pain. I yelled to try to stop the ___ ___ ___ ____ _. No. Its a LIE…..

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Fine… uh- no.
Uh…

FIN

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Address
1126 se 15th
Tickets $18
Thursdays thru Sundays 7:30pm
Now and until Oct 22

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From my elementary school.
Amanda Boekelheide… in:

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    See how frighteningly beautiful it can be and leave with no guilt.

    HEY! I’m talking to Terra Lang! This post is for HER! Oh geez. I forget this reaches 900,000 people. Yeah. All of you ignore this!!! Except Terra.

     If your name is Bill, this is for you too I guess. I am not going. An actress once tried to split me in half from my wife with the promise of a beer. I drank alone and STILL my wife thought this Don Juan was near ‘wanding’… wandering… with just a phone call.

     Now it feels like everyone is flirting. Screw it. Now I ask directly (not A-Boek) if someone is attracted to me.
I process the data. I am funk-aut. Functional autistic. Life is hell. I make erotic art and feel only spirit 99.94% of the time. Ta-tas n hoo hoos… long hair and booze…

     But if you live in Portland, OR put down $18 or eighteen crowns and see these clowns do pro art f-16 low and slow acting excellence. If you do I will mail you a puppy.

Love,
Syn-Sin

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Celebrities Who Hold Jesus Christ In Very High EsteemAbove Themselves

1) Sylvester Stallone
    (Outspoken)
2) Michael Gross
    …he was on family ties
3) Wynona Judd
4) Gavin McCloud
    (Love boat)
5) …
6) …
7) …

Second topic

   I made a half-attempt to kill myself recently. Took 510 mg of dextromethorphan- I have hereditary high cholesterol and chunks in my blood. I had a TIA yesterday (MDs listening?) and I said “I have had enough”. Pushed for another to possibly stroke or idk.

    It is not mere attempted body modification, although drug slur does have its wear and tear benefits.

    Who puts a pencil into their own ear?

    Who blows their brains out with a forty four?

Marry the TWO.

    I don’t like Earth. I just live and work here. Sucks. Can I get a Semper Fi hua that America is the best and that it takes a pinch of beautiful death to keep freedom?

   So Me?
I felt endestruct valor rake scathe from my FILs new W who took all his M and just yesterday trespasses me. The po po in Milwaukie, OR do their job to legal T. Its not okay with me.

    Killing me almost. I wanted to die. What does God want?
Legal thieves and loveless marriages?????

   I tried chance to die AGAINST it! This Earth in OR USA reeks!!! I want Mayburry. Not Obama socialist (NAZI-ish) steroid bury. Milwaukie sucks to live in. 200 $ ticket speed traps. HIGHEST IN THE NATION FOR TICKETING

that is NOT anything.
Only a perfection score.
Will they save my life?
I doubt it.
I asked an officer to get me in to pump my stomach.
No reply.

If I choose suicide, I have the American right to change my mind. I turned out okay. Dextromethorphan is a somatic elasticizing drug but also BOOMS your bp.
I have ldlp of 1700, so DXM with ME at 1000mg may be Russian Roulette with a barrel and 25 holes a’spinnin’.

I doubt I will die of suicide. I also doubt I will die soft like a male Angela Landsbury saying: “Oh I am sleepy… dusk awaits this knight to dream in forever castle land.

     “Honey!! Uncle Morphine and Aunt Vagigi are here! Supper is ON.”

     You cannot pick your exit.
My advice to wannabe suicides is shut up. Do it or don’t, dork. Think about the path. Not as never ending but turning, pausing, etc.

    And magical air berries be yours. Always free. Invisible. Yummy. I just ate one. Its joyous.

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Bored

   I watched a porn where this married couple was doing fine. Whatever. Wife on kitchen table on the phone

Amatuer wife on the phone while hubby ****s her

Pornhub.com

Why post?

Because there is a miniture LASSIE under the table. Pops her head up. Like me, doesn’t give a ****.

Do I look at porn

On occassion. Not really.
Whatever.

Do you feel bad?

No. They are real people. Just curious. Not “buy” or “download” curious. Just… curious.

Curious to see what it makes me feel. Does it turn me on. I get infusions via RN 72 hours. If I cannot have this type of time I guess I think it keeps me just a little sane to watch a short story about inherent love needs. I’d rather die than do one wrong. A bit strict a spiritual man is. I am just a man too.

     There is something about m/f mono sex that tells the big story. Snake in the garden. Bride of Christ. Unite Christ with a prostitute? Never. May it never be.

    But lets not all play stupid all the time… sometimes men like to see naked ladies. Compare themself to the nude dude. Or be fascinated by media + desparation physicality. Not a real great job.

      But “amateur” categories
show real couples. It is not unlike watching a baby being born on camera or watching a cancer patient die. I did. It was not awful. It was sad and serene.

     I hope I make “the dead” proud in heaven. I wish I could join them today.

    I am joined. God sees them and me simultaneously. I am already IN heaven. I just have not co-heired footstooled the Earth yet. I am very sad. My wife is flustered that I could die naturally. It is in nature where I have HAE. An HAE death is asphyxia. I have come close to dying, seen lights.

      I don’t believe in God as punisher. Sonship is free for all. You can skip porn but do not skip Jesus. Am I a hypocrite? No. I am free. I can do all these things! Not all are good. But in my life, all is okay. Made okay. I am worked on. Open. To him. A little to all others I am open, too.

    One must define “porn” or not. One may feel erotised in a bad way for them. Then do not look at porn. 30 sec is fresh air to me. I am often in too much pain to direct a movie with no cam at home.

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      The world is full of
            wreckage.

I think ima gonna watch you tube now. Maybe tsunami stories of survival. I am lonesome for big hearts.

     Hoodly hoo!