My lover’s got humor. She’s the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody’s disapproval. I should have worshiped her sooner! If the heavens ever did speak. She’s the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday’s getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week.
We were born sick,” you heard them say it!
My church offers no absolutes.
She tells me, “worship in the bedroom.”
The only heaven I’ll be sent to…Is when I’m alone with you. If I’m a pagan of the good times? My lovers the sunlight. To keep the Goddess on my side. She demands a sacrifice! Drain the whole sea. Get something shiny. Something meaty for the main course. That’s a fine-looking high horse. What you got in the stable? We’ve a lot of starving faithful.
That looks tasty. That looks plenty. This is hungry work.
No Masters or Kings. When the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene…
only then I am human
only then I am clean.
Take me to church. I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good god, let me give you my life.
Gay people should not join Catholic clergy, Pope Francis says
No room for ‘fashionable’ homosexuality and gay priests should be ‘impeccably responsible’ or leave
What a silly notion? As far as I recall, the beating of bats on pavement in a vacant parking lot…the chatter and laughter behind cupped hands…and, the look of judgment and ridicule; Are not fashionable decisions!
Coming Out as, gay, bi, tri, trans, etc., is the most possibly destructive spiritual… decision one can make!
There are many Hallmark NOT holidays! For example, very few know that it is that year of Family Farming and Small Island Development Status. Suppose those who plan on growing a batch of down home lean, green and newly approved Ganja in say, Bishop’s Rock, the British Isles, are very happily allowing their family fortune go up in smoke.
However, an even smaller event has taken place
Saturday, the 8th of March is also known as
Belly Rub day. Belly rubbing has been around for centuries. Cats have been fully aware of the benefits this leisurely stroke can produce and are only now willing to give up the secret ingredient. Spay bellies! A spay belly and/or ‘the belly dancer’s belly’ is best for giving a good belly rub.
Belly rubs are harmless. Good for the cardio vascular system and known to be infectious. Once a belly has been rubbed…animals, your own or strays, will come from miles around to receive this precious gift.
News has also spread about the NSA’s new tool for being tools! There has been a secret research facility discovered in the barren wasteland known as Franklin, New Hampshire. Here many of the world’s top dog trainers have been seen educating the shelter dog to be receptive to strange and unusual behavior amongst their soon to be adoptive parents.
These animals are sly and cunning and often will seem to following you into the most of mundane places. Such as, the garage, the back of the walk-in closet and the bathroom.
It had been said that ‘kiss my ass’ is a layman’s term for:
I’ve had enough of you. Get the fuck out of my face!
Orange Tabby’s have now come out of the closet to years of hidden white lies. Tabby’s are now gathering from near and far. Small towns, little burghs and large metro areas are being infested with the cat’s tail!
‘When we turn and place our ass in your face. It is not a sign of trust. It is not a promise of ‘possible companionship. It is in fact, our way of telling you humans to ‘not shit where you eat’. In other words, get your ‘lack of a loving childhood love’ else where. Do we look like your Momma? Do we look like we are your therapists? If we’re kickin’ back. Eyes closed. Turned on and tuned into the moment. Leave us the fuck alone. Go listen to Katy Perry, drink a glass of wine and call someone who cares.”
*above statement translated by Jackson, I don’t know shit ’bout cats but it pays the bills, Galaxy
Lastly, on the News from the Zen Cat-
If two people-a couple-really feel that way is more practical, more sort of satisfaction, both sides fully agree, then okay
I am Brangien [Brangaine] of Weisefort, Ireland, lady-in-waiting to my cousin Isolde, who became promised to King Marc of Cornwall. His nephew Tristan escorted us to England by ship. But Tristan and Isolde fell in love at sea. As ye may know, or will find out, they cite the philter they drank as the cause, over which I was supposed to keep vigil. I would like to share my perspective of how I have created good in the world through my herbs and observations. There is much to tell, including how I have adopted this odd language. In good time. My life is in God’s hands. –Inspired by the modern French translations of the Tristan and Isolde texts