Spiritual Repair

It is Labor Day and I have just gotten downtown from a cook out at my mother's house in Golden Valley. Shrimp kabobs and marinated chicken. Yummy. My Swedish witchcraft highest and holiest and Swedish Queen toiled in the perfection of this alchemy. Her Danish knight and heart infinity minded the barbeque perfectly. Maybe he is TOP satanism on the Earth and a liberal heart infinity. I answer their call with silence and some informative questions. I do not cause upheaval with my Republican symmetry. My Uncle stands between as an Irish King today. Being named James King in a trinity of generations is not easy. He is Saddam Hussien, Noreyega, and Quadafi, the heart of Tripoli. His verbalizations around me are are Al Franken, basically. It is not an easy gig, but we have Darthmouth, Northwestern, and double Hamline University and female Divinity degrees at United Theological Seminary in this caress of conversation. Never does it miss the political and historical marks of the Democratic Party. I am just different. I guess I am the highest SKEPTIC that has ever existed. I BELIEVED, wholely, in liberalism and diversity without the knowledge of the reality of ritualism. Now I see the blues and greys, and I make up my own mind. The skeptic statement Larry passed on in history is, "I just think that that is not so." There is a point to this quartet singing in the gazebo that Larry built himself. I will just call him Joseph and my mother Mary (Ellen), Mary. We can step in with the clarity of ages by seeking the despot and silent voice of JUDAS in Jim, though his character is new. He has not walked the earth before and he is something more colassal and new. VOODOO nation, he has come to be. Football step away. Kim Duc, from Indy MacBeth (Royal British Theater) with just a twist of Vietnamese. He is the illigitamate father of the number one shooter for Phoenix. We saw her play for the first time TOGETHER at Conseco. Now Kim understands that I am Conseco Society and sorority server knows that I am the top AND ONLY Daughter of the Revelution. It is my studiousness in a coffee shop and in an open bar that gave me away. So many lies in the past about me. My concentration definitely belies my divinity and Godly form. Kim is black, or is he. He was on the street when I met him. I called him my street daddy, Kim. Now he knows what that all means without shame or blame, just knowledge of the delight of being welcomed in to my apartment one night when he and "the little drummer boy" would have frozen in the downpour of rain. It was dirty, but now he is oh so CLEAN.