Friday, September 19, 2008

The Second Coming of Auntie Christ

The Because your Faith Theatre presents.."Dear E-Knock.."--- On Fri, 9/19/08, Enochspub@aol.com wrote:
From: Enochspub@aol.com Subject: Re: Fw:To: biffyoman@yahoo.comDate: Friday, September 19, 2008, 4:47 AM
lots of good points y'all......but, just for fun.....make a video loop of sarah palin, (even if "it's only in your head".....and, yule be free....) juxtaposed with any power suited female tv evangelist, and compare.....scares me......and looks like any other carnival, chiken' eatin' side show...............geek has taken on a whole new meaning, que no biff? prefer the computer version........keep them carotids and liters coming biff! much better than pol...oh....ticks!!!!!!!! love from the frozen north....doyle....enockers.....of monroe, doctrine, loozianar

Dear E-Knock of the North..we are establishing..you..your black friends, E-Vet,Georgetti Italian Designs and Jeff my favorite stuttering rock star the New Polly Tickers after the Monroe Louisiana Doctrine..the groundwork was established ...when the Rev Al Sharpton came down to Jena with all those negroes fighting to make a David Lynch movie and beat up that white boy and a whole chain o' hotels moved in so's the folks wouldn;t have to slip on the lawn..but lobby for "Good Noose Marriot's a'comin'...." I presents the Republic newly coen-d thru my Coen Sisters Blog at; coensisters.blogspot.com and "Read after Burning"....I'm losing all my enemies...I'm outliving my uselessness....Buddy Burch of Slidell has taken it politically and personally and has called me "rude"...Gayle Mitchell my Black BB from Bastrop has said, "///you are on shaky ground"...I (we) will have to kill them all in our polly-tickle way to save the Empire (The Umpire strikes back)...going back to Aunt Romulus and Uncle Remus through the protection of Uncle Jesus and Auntie Christ ...geez! it's US tryin' to auntie-yup...which may PAILIN comparison to the struggle Bronco Bama faces against the Saints in the Mile High Pie (Sunday) ....BRONCO BAMA may run over the Saints which I am partial to going back to my "fence painting" BOTH SIDES with Thomasina Sawyer (an HERtoric E-Vet.)..the Saints always losing to the Lions in the Coliseum two thousand years ago whe Jesus first summoned me to the Menstrual Ball...now I have to consider changing St. Looie, Looie Looie's Cathedral to a MOSQUE in conformity with the "MOSQUEraid" we hold itch year round about midnight when Moses comes down the mountain and Baronne "Get off the streets...Mardi gras is over...get off the streets..mardi gras is over...e-bay the ten commandements and o-bay......it's Ashley Wednesday...I am the Lowered thy Burning Bush..a Hot Twat..with my sisters...the Twat Team...we giveth and we taketh away..we giveth our pusssiesss./and we taketh away your balllzzz...to feed our children great white round wafers (whoops they've split the Adam)...time to e-nounce and e-knock the great e-vent to e-vet,... that covers like male sperm-a-sea that Wu Tang Ku Klux Klan..America' Internet..and Rusiia's InterNYET...from Google's ears to Gogol's NOSE sniffed by Pavlov;s dog (biff)...we're taking back the Knight....po' boy..you're only a prawn in the game the HERO sandwiched between the Chosen People Eve Elsner and Allah be Praised which considers you an INFIDEL..and YOU must out-MYTH the Allah be Praised people and make no myth take about it.....I come to the razz-q...I stand in line for the Rest-queue...i urge my students to study Mythamatics..the certitude of mathamatics with the fancy of myth....the Muslims gave us the ZERO a thousand years ago..it's time now to assert the ONE which is all we had before they came along with their great big ZERO..it's time to ram the ONE up their ZERO that this old world may SPIN and Father's fist left over from pass-a-fist (the Krewe of Sades)...may meet the Wry ZING Son's face coming up harass that she may feel the love of daddy and baby thru my art movement Grand Dada and fuse...and re-fuse...that sparks may fly..and ignite...that she may take back the ignite.,,,,and volcanoes be born and spin...she spins torn in the meddle 'twixt dada and sewer-realism...oh lover come back to me (he's gone fishin'...) she's gone to see the Matinee Idol who idly rejects her..she's too fat...he comes to E-Knock on the door of Georgetti's Italian fashions who says he'll have the cd ready by Friday..he's been agonizing over wailing moogs and synthesizers and I hope one tiny theramin and the kitten will be good as new and ripe for stoking...

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