Trash for TASH god of the Calormines (Chronicles of Narnia)
I remember him. He was the nice Catholic boy. He was at the Demolet dances but not dancing, He was the o ediant boy who believed that Mary was a virgin and therefore immaculate in her long blue dress. Nary a penis entered her for she related to heaven with her up seeing eyes. God looked down charting men’s every move toward her. Thus Mary was RE conceived by the penises as Merry. Penises are in solidarity with others lime themselves with similiar goals and interests. Strength in numbers exchanging information. Ah the power of conspiracy. Those girls don’t know what’s coming.
The blue dress Mary’s wait for their god in their personally assigned Joseph. The penises never wait.
So Frat Boys and their punishing hazing of each other. Penises getting remittance for their god free ways. So Frat Boys like Kavenaugh and the joy of punishment. Slap the monkey. Choke the chicken. The girl in the barrel. There they were at the Frat Party- chicks and. Bonobos
ots of beer, the sacrificial wine, the blood and the body
Alas Kavenough, I knew him well a couple of times in the biblical sense. Thank you god, he didn’t marry me. I was incapable of immaculate child bearing.
Now the penis wants to score a place on the Supreme Court. The Knowers are saying no. We know you and your gang of penises, your Supreme Court of penises in judging us, nominating us for our lifetime appointment as clicks
These are political times. It seems less and less right to make art that stands apart -aloof - from the daily threat loosing our democratic ideals. Ideals, I say, because even our foundation - the US Constitution - was only a start to "All people are created equal" The application of the constitutional principles has been seriously undermined by all the prejuduces under the sun, our particular American brand of racism, sexism and the cultivation of ignorance, as only a populist state can pull off.
Many of us have worked hard to mitigate ... continued
Meet Planticia. (picture above) "She" is a shill page I added to my website. I wanted to see if it came up on Google Search like my "Dotty" page did. Dotty is a name I made up for a coffee drive-in server who resembled Dorothy Stratten the actor cum Playboy Centerfold and paramour of film director, Peter Bogdanavitch. She was subsequently murdered by her pending ex husband, a fly-by-night producer who had "discovered" her when she was age 18, working at a Dairy Queen near Vancouver, British Columbia. I am appauled and saddened by Dororthy Statten's story even today.
Today is two decades later - in traditional natural hippy Northern CA heartland - THERE SHE WAS, a vision of Hollywood glam. Was she waiting to be discovered ? Who by and what for? (Who in some way hasn't?) Your guess is as good as mine. Meet my "Dororthy" here➡️