Hot Hot Hot Hot Jenna

      
      I googled “hot hot hot hot Jenna”. Why?? Because I am an idiot! No.

      Am I a fool? No. What???? You type in “hot hot hot hot… wth are you THINKING? You wanna see internet BOOBIES?????

      NO, DAMN IT!! I… I like Jenna.

      JENNA??? You mean that-

      No.
      No no no no no.
      Soft… antipornographic…
        reminiscent of a cousin I
          knew… 1980s romantic…

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   I saw two movies that made ME want to be MARRIED. AW, SWEET… talk about it publicly!
    No wayyy, dude. I don’t want to be seen being so soft. But SHE doesn’t mind. She is a girl.

     This is a prayer of protection just for this hidden Jenna I want all those who believe in the Light to pray. She stands so cute and at times can be sexy but there is no foul angle to this almost-angel. Pray:

     God, lift up your protective shield around Jenna. Give her long life, health and above all protection as she stands and has stood dignified.

       Amen.

    If you just prayed that, go ahead and send me $10. Good luck finding me. I am imaginary, right? I mean… who believes in good anymore.

      Well… after watching Touched and A Beautiful Mind with Jennifer Connolley who loves on her geeky husband who is too stupid to even poke his wife in the ribs (sorry Russell. Great performance,) yeah I felt why people need each other and its kind of intimate, but how a woman looking at you who is oozing with empathy is like putty in a person with jeweled points to the body. And that is how lips are like wine and a woman’s neck is like heaven. That is just a precodex for the whole shabang. I have my own countryland neighboring another. The wars are like love and congress truly is a bunch of fat rich bastards.

      With our representatives of behavior acting so sleek and elite, there is primus being. Like a Michael Jordan perfection. No need and quite ridiculous to internationally compete. The predessesor to Elfman was Raquel Welch.

      If she would have it, I will nominate her right in succession. How does this work?

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The off-hue red shoes even warn you that killer arrows are coming.

Congratulations to Jenna Elfman…

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I write blog stuff. Its what I do. My woman, yes, is finer than thee. She is a fashion major, has tons of clothes, we love your movies… and, being a self appointed internet chaplin, I have come across dark people, suicidal, and also have learned to really bless… and not curse. I may look tougher than I am. The reverse is true within. Titanium spirit. I encourage people to cut their silver tongue and buy gold and let heaven to do the preaching to us each individually.

      So congratulations. You are right there with Raquel Welch and younger. In the clear. I have a request!!– testify! Old Southern Religion says “testify!”. Tell people how it FEELS Jenna, to RESTRICT the public view and how you benefit… that other girls and young women may follow your lead of grace. I know you have. But say it more. I love a good great woman!! It makes it so easy to do the hardest thing- communicate.

Matters A’smattering

Conversational glitch…
These ideas fell off a ship
and down
into the water of life they went
  into the fictional
        dimension
where relief marries tension
   and they fight
    fight               fight
                  fight
    in worlds not made for
children, but our world did begin
      with a few children at the helm… what is gold and what is dross? I can no longer count
     up all the silly costs of
     costs of
               heartache heartstop
     heart attack life end life begin new joy joy joy joy joy its enough to
    make you vow not to destroy
        but there are spirits
So much talk about spirits without the cold
So much talk about spirits without the icy hell hot hold
   So much
       So much
           So much
Reeeeeeeelax get a grip on your four wheeler ship called a white trash thrash maker double taker car
    Cruisin’, barely enough to make it to another honest gig and I
    hear the bowling ball
     *hit*
          and rollllllll…………………

Overly Simple Incomplete Nifty Answers

    I have a bag full of them!

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                    Mr. Me

Old baggy eyes is 40! Who cares! Billabong wants its goatee back!

  Simple, Incomplete & Nifty Answers . . .

Q: Mr. Me,
  
       I think ghosts are scary. Do you think they haunt houses? I have heard they leave a trail of a type of matter. Do you like fencing?

        Alan Jared Tooley
          Age 7

A: No. (x4)

Q: Mr. Me,

         Do you think your name is selfish? I mean, once you say you are “Mr. Me” none of the rest of us can do that.

      Jake Abe Hoolsbooreytonshire, 56

A: Actually go ahead. I don’t mind. I will crush you. Just kidding.

Q: Mr. Me,

       You are so wise and compassionate. Why don’t you do anything. You seem lazy and unfocused.

      Sara Jo Witherbertheshinery, 34

A: Sara, why don’t you
    just shut up………….
………………………………
………………………………
…. your ears to others and follow your dreams? Ahh…

Q: Mr. Me,

       Is it okay to smoke
     a doobie sometimes?

   Mrs. Georgina Mabel Hoop,
         98

A: Mrs. Hoop, it is not OKAY…
      it is awesome! Especially
       in your ancient creaky
        boned condition.

Mr. Me is done.

A Post To My Thoughts

    …actually, a post OF my thoughts…

    HELLO! I am the Psycho Hunter. You have seen animal planet. You have seen Steve Irwin. But you have not met the Psycho Hunter.

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     Going continent to continent, I have met some real wacko weirdos. No, I am just kidding. But wouldn’t that make a good show on TV?
Steve Irwin was able to be peaceful with many animals.
He showed how far a person can go with their job and die blamelessly while keeping people revved.

    I used to watch Steve when I was depressed. At a friend’s. I felt so much better as he literally jump started my senses watching him flop in the water in his UPS-brown shorts. I connected because I suffered at UPS. How weird am I? I take my job home with me and the TV guy joins me.

    I am the nut! He was so serious I friggin loved it. Some people talk about guns and salivate. I like to hear about ANIMALS and how PRECIOUS they are and how they can yaw-yaw and bite and schlorp if they are water-based.

     I find the behavioral science of people fascinating. I do have to trust all of you in my local soceity to be appropriate. Earlier in the week I had a Tazmanian Devil of a man go tell my wife, “Give me money”.

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     Now Irwin didn’t call snakes and tigers “son of a bitch bastards”… haha, no no no… he identified their typical behavior. So I actually was able to locate the Tazmo, automaticly assuming he is possessed. I did the Pepsi test. 1 ft. away. (No pictures, sorry… I really think its rude to document the exorcise.)

     He wasn’t thirsty. He said to stop following him. That is really funny because I am not aware I am. This keeps happening where people begin to falter in their syntax around me. People will bring up some really weird stuff. I have seen some really off stuff. Maybe I have a gravitational polarity to my body that says: “Around this DUDE… come unglued.”

     I guess a lifetime is not too long to do that. What sucks is I don’t like guns. I can’t be around them. Kryptonite.

    I wonder if my street sense of psychoanalysis would enough to make one televised
encounter and a non-physical tagging I.d.-ing. And follow up. SERIOUSLY- the fact is if I walk around long enough, it approaches statistical impossibility that a psycho will not find me. So the samurai sword and the night knife are in the bedroom. In the bedroom. What are they for? Human equality, thoughts of mercy and  justice.

     Tazmo listened to me and his broken radio head. I walked away. Its necessary to Lakota-tap the non-gangsta. I can’t explain why.

     Lakota tap.

     Touch your enemy gentley.

     Download a lifetime of your misery. Somehow, as miserable as you are, you can avoid cursing and violence. Oh man. Enter the Modern Day Warrior. Forget Tom Sawyer. Do ninjitsu… if it fits you.

      I found this hammy little reset button of forgiveness. Hammy aka ham radio. Goes all over. Crank that signal!!

    “All the lillies of the valley sway, and though the snow comes the lake will thaw and speak of the sun wordlessly.”

    

As Usual, A Post To My Thoughts

    …actually, a post OF my thoughts…

    HELLO! I am the Psycho Hunter. You have seen animal planet. You have seen Steve Irwin. But you have not met the Psycho Hunter.

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     Going continent to continent, I have met some real wacko weirdos. No, I am just kidding. But wouldn’t that make a good show on TV?
Steve Irwin was able to be peaceful with many animals.
He showed how far a person can go with their job and die blamelessly while keeping people revved.

    I used to watch Steve when I was depressed. At a friend’s. I felt so much better as he literally jump started my senses watching him flop in the water in his UPS-brown shorts. I connected because I suffered at UPS. How weird am I? I take my job home with me and the TV guy joins me.

    I am the nut! He was so serious I friggin loved it. Some people talk about guns and salivate. I like to hear about ANIMALS and how PRECIOUS they are and how they can yaw-yaw and bite and schlorp if they are water-based.

     I find the behavioral science of people fascinating. I do have to trust all of you in my local soceity to be appropriate. Earlier in the week I had a Tazmanian Devil of a man go tell my wife, “Give me money”.

     Now Irwin didn’t call snakes and tigers “son of a bitch bastards”… haha, no no no… he identified their typical behavior. So I actually was able to locate the Tazmo, automaticly assuming he is possessed. I did the Pepsi test. 1 ft. away. (No pictures, sorry… I really think its rude to document the exorcise.)

     He wasn’t thirsty. He said to stop following him. That is really funny because I am not aware I am. This keeps happening where people begin to falter in their syntax around me. People will bring up some really weird stuff. I have seen some really off stuff. Maybe I have a gravitational polarity to my body that says: “Around this DUDE… come unglued.”

     I guess a lifetime is not too long to do that. What sucks is I don’t like guns. I can’t be around them. Kryptonite.

    I wonder if my street sense of psychoanalysis would enough to make one televised
encounter and a non-physical tagging I.d.-ing. And follow up. SERIOUSLY- the fact is if I walk around long enough, it approaches statistical impossibility that a psycho will not find me. So the samurai sword and the night knife are in the bedroom. In the bedroom. What are they for? Human equality, thoughts of mercy and  justice.

The Weirdest Story In The Whole World. Not Dirty. Just Weird.

      I was strolling along on holiday street with a shotgun. I was on my bike. I held the butt of the shotgun against the handle bars and fired it into the ground enabling lift and thrust. It kind of nicked the street. And when I ran out of ammo, I felt bad. Boys who run out of ammo on their bikes are very lazy! Why did they not pack more?

I don’t know where imagination comes from…

    …but I keep thinking of Dairy Queen. Small town America is crowned with the presence of Dairy Fairy Queen. I wonder what others’s favorite thing is to see when they are travelling.
I am not sure what else I will do with my time in life. I wonder if most people want to go to a great place before they die or figure heaven must be super enough.

     Personally, I like the best.
Que Sera- Sera. What will be will be. The future’s not ours to see. Que sera, sera. That which will be is enough for me. And a million dollars.

     What? No jokes or funny money in Heaven? I want to be known as the guy… who… thought this was funny for a minute.

From the Rose

     I told my wife these women are wearing bimini tops somewhere with CGI nipple prints on them. Its to protest women’s rights to be shirtless. My wife said, “Probably a bunch of feminist bitches!”

      I love her. Lol.

Brain Ischemia

There are medicines available without a prescription that prevent brain ischemia.

    I have a risk of brain swelling that is not discussed with my hereditary angioedema. It may cause ischemia. I have been working to find ease from this symptom. I do not have any data to give to a legislator to keep the otc around that stops my “ischemia”. Its as easy to buy as a coke and Skittles.

     

I Confess My Dark Ink

At Back Cross To Jesus When He was pre-deader than those sick thick “door nails”…
And in my imagination, I can see blood trickle fast down a Roman Rood like butter off a hot biscuit.

    He says in my imagination, “You might as well, SON, don’t let it go go waste. But do not take a taste… its against Mosaic law!”

    I say, “Jesus…”, he says, “You are loved by the father, now git! The sacrifice of the Lord is how we win it.”

   “But YOU are HIM!”,  I say. “May I touch your foot?”

    He says, “My heart is touched by sinners.”

    So I touch his foot. Dirt and blood. His response? Imaginary.

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     I go

Back in time

In my mind

To the place

Where I belong…

West Caperneum…

Ancient mountain Mama…

Take my sins…

From these roads

Future Ranger

“To the future
Ranger write a letter
I have
Issues that do not get better
I cannot assume
To talk straight to the
High Sky Fortress

I broke nobody’s rules
I have to lay down
I cannot fight
I will stand watch
I will stand in a cave and not
  rest
It seems insane I know

I want to step away for a while
And demolish the world of demolishing.”
And sons of samurai
Know they are from these retreats
Where none had time for either love or defeat.