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In the Hoosegow II - Muse's Advisory, July 14 – Thalia (cont.)
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- What Became of the Comanche - Muses Advisory, July 19 – Clio
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- Pulling Over for Directions On the Edge of Campo, Colorado - Muses Advisory, July 21 – Kazantákis to Zeus
- 万山群岛 Million Hill Islands - Muses Advisory, July 22 – Japan China by N. Kazantzakis, trans. G. Pappageotes
- The Nitty Gritty - Muses Advisory, July 23 – Shaman To Zeus, Miriam Yeshua
In the Hoosegow II - Muse's Advisory, July 14 – Thalia (cont.): The Randall County jail just north of Nazareth up I-27 to Hollywood Road to southern Amarillo, though cited by three DCJ inspectors in a row for its deficient facilities, has hosted 50 or so wetbacks for U.S. Immigration Enforcement since the local crime rate hit an all-time low, about one murder and one rape a year, and then Obama's 18 votes. This is where the Holy Family woke to the disturbing sound of bells from St. Mary's clashing with the play-by-play at Trinity Fellowship Stadium and reggaetón from the Youth Refuge band at the Church of the Nazarene. Welcome to the Panhandle and welcome to the jail of Sheriff Joel Richardson, Captain Paul Horn, Lieutenant Kirk Roberts, Lieutenant Joe Morris, Sergeant Barry McNutt, Sergeant Bettye Nelson, Sergeant Matt Stocksill, Sergeant Nina Parvin, Sergeant Steve Courts, Corporal Charley Carrell, Corporal Kerry Blackerby, Corporal Nick Wright, Corporal Randy Tinsley and Corporal Ray Gibbons; all good Americans, reasonably God-fearing, tolerably educated, respectable people no less prepared to find Yeshua, Miriam and Zeus inside their jail on this fine morning than you or I or anyone would be. But they're professionals, and don't panic— not as well trained as Israeli anti-terrorists but well enough to calmly ask the three new inmates for their names. Back at the desk, the lieutenant glances at the sergeant, who glances at the corporal: no one has an explanation as to why there is no documentation on who exactly brought this ragtag family in— exactly what kind of motherfucking stunt La Migra thinks they're pulling! Reluctantly, they call up Captain Horn, a knowing man who swears Crap! seven times, retrieves his light brown shirt from where it neatly hangs over a solid wooden chair beside a steel twin bed, slowly draws it on and grimly buttons it. In the Hoosegow III - Muse's Advisory, July 15 – Yeshua to Miriam and Zeus: I've stretched bait-fish and crusts of bread into a five-course meal and eaten fast food on the road until I pretty much forgot what stovetop cooking tasted like, but I can't eat this slop at all. What they call coffee tastes like some concoction you might have to swallow for a pre-op nurse. Do you two understand how hard it is to bust two inmates out of jail in Israel? that I have other prisoners—victims—I'm supposed to feed? But no, let them all rot so I can do what I tell all of my disciples not to do: take care of my own fucking family! No, you can't go back to Israel! You still don't know how deep and hot the water is you're standing in? It's way over your heads, out of your league. You do recall I tangled with them once myself and wound up dead? They'll be here soon themselves, I guarantee. We have to skedaddle and cover our tracks. If there is one place Shin Bet and Mossad tread lightly, it's North Texas. Here, I'm a king like Barbie Bush or Ellie Ewing. All these good ole boys and gals are way too busy asking what I'd do to ever wonder what I'm doing. Watch this, both of you—put on these STP caps—here we go, a bit of flattery and sex appeal—the classic breakout. Beg pardon, ma'am? Officer Bettye...—Jesus Lord, are you the Bettye Nelson? 'Great is thy Faithfulness' and 'It is Well'? 'How Much He Cares for Me'? Oh goodness gracious, Bettye! I reco'nize that voice of yourn most anywhere! God bless you! Blessyou!No? You're white? can't sing a lick? You had me fooled—that voice! Why, sweeter than a bird's! Can you just sing one little song? Me and these two oldtimers here would sore appreciate a little bit of that sweet inspiration on this Sabbath morn, what with and in consideration of our situation here. Would Jesus sing? I know He would, I know He would! Why, you think I look somethin' like the Lord? Well don't you have a way of flatterin' a man! I got the beard, I know I got the beard, but surely that's as far as the resemblin' go! He's some bit taller, ain't He? Don't His hair—well, you know—sort of glow? If I looked anythin' at all like Him, would I have gotten mixed up with the law? But you have surely lifted up my heart, Miss Bettye Nelson who is white! I got to pray, I got to pray! Do you think you could pray with me? Oh, that would lift me up like nothin' else! You will? Oh, bless you! Bless you! Come on, right in here! Yea, kneel right here beside me! Lord! We praise Thee, Lord! Did You not visit me in prison? Now considerin' I just got 'holt your gun, lift up your arms and shout with me: O, thank you, Lord! What would Jesus do right now? Keep prayin' an' praisin' like a gentle Lamb, while I take these-here keys and we three haul our sorry persecuted asses clean away! Sodden Moment in the Condo - Muse's Advisory, July 16 – Yusuf to tumbler of Baron Philippe de Rothschild: Venit, vidi, vincunt. She came, I finally saw her, goddam Israelis win again. Patris Food Correspondent, Drafting on her iPad – Muse's Advisory, July 17 - Last Row, Church of The Dormition of the Ever Virgin, Palekastro, Crete, www.aglaiakremezi.com/articles/general/fresh-fava-and-green-almonds.html: “Lazarus Saturday brings the fuzzy green almonds called tsagala—a crunchy, juicy outer layer, and an inner nut translucent as a jelly drop—" ...the deeps all afraid in your presence, O Lord. By raising Lazarus from hell, You shook the dominion of death before Your own... “—hawked fresh in street stalls all across Greece, jarred in syrup as a spoon sweet, baked in İstanbul with lamb and grated lemon—" ...You are the defender of my life, O Christ, for You have reëstablished the world so that it shall never again be overturned... “—or added, tartly sweet, to fresh creamy yogurt or garlic-laced tzatzíki, as well as served as an accompaniment to araqī, oûzo or býra Mýthos—” ...You ride on your dumb beast, the colt of an ass, but we greet You with palms and a carpet of linen, for our hearts rejoice and know You... Long Night Drive - Advisory, July 18 – Yeshua to Zeus: You've both lost your way— still functioning as in the old days. Populism is the ticket now. You've got to be an operator— half snake oil salesman, half Golden Bough. Drive east, Fort Smith, southeast, Fort Worth, due south, Midland, southwest, Alamogordo, due west, Santa Fe, northwest, Colorado Springs, north, the Indian grounds, northeast, St. Joe. Yes, I do have a license!I flunked the road test twice but on my third try during that big February freeze, I blew the dyke examiner away! This big ole silver Yukon skidded at me on black ice, but I lightly braked and pirouetted left! Skank said, “Y'all earned ya lah-cense right there.” It's best we travel north. The buffalo are gone but I know where we'll bag an elk, a bear, maybe a pronghorn deer— plus plums, grapes, mulberries, pecans and prickly pear galore. We'll eat well, sleep beneath the stars. It's a Comanche moon and none of those Israeli goons would dare! At dawn we'll scare up Campo's famous medicine man to take you on a vision quest— far and away the best path to renew yourself. Then I head back to work. I don't know what we are to one another, but it ain't no Trinity! We're individuals! Look how much we disagree, how frequently we fight. So let's just grapple with the current chaos— give the slip to the Israelis— hang in best we can— and see what kind of fruit shakes out. You see that fucking 'Stang? The way that good ole college boy is weavin' in and out, be lucky if he makes it back to UT/San Anton'. Ole time religion's take-the-cake ironic! One part “Thank you Jesus,” one part fuck thy neighbor catatonic, and the third, abominating the demonic. Adjust to modern times or perish, Pa— shed eight millennia of maladaptive patterns on the dirt floor of the sweat lodge, let me pimp you out in dungarees and cowboy boots, and you got half a chance. For Ma—she always snore like that?—a halter top and something snug enough around the hips to give the local guys a woody. Who's gonna tap a fullgrown woman in— what would you even call it?— an embroidered satin hoodie? This buggy? Yeah, a little snug for three. I got it for two grand, though, and the gun rack in the back thrown in for free. A Talon—AMC— two-fifteen horse, full turbo, double cam on top. not quite as tricked out as I'd like but she's got plenty where it counts. We're gonna need it once we make the grasslands on High Lonesome out of Stratford and we go off-road. No, no, the ranger up there won't say shit. I he'ped his teenage boy once with this pimple thing he had and ever since, the dad's completely in my pocket. We're gonna camp, you'll love it! I got a li'l ole pup tent back there and this guitar that I found on sale at Walmart. I know “Sweet Baby James,” “Home on the Range,” and half the Oscar-winning theme from Brokeback Mountain. Shit wetback 18-wheelers think they own this motherfuckin' road! Back off my ass, Ramiro! Cocaine dudn't spoil! Look, I can get you back to Crete or to your old place on Koressos, but out here— a soul can really be himself. No one looks twice. As long as you work 'Jesus' into every couple sentences, folks figure you're alright and leave you be. They been real welcomin' to me. They like my measured speech, the uncut hair beneath my “St. P.” cap— Scientifically Treated Petroleum right in St. Joe, Missouri! They lahk me an' I lahk them. I'm feelin' young and learnin' to have fun. I'm collecting DWI's! Aw, I can see you're bushed. 's okay, we'll talk it out another time. Once them Israelis give up and go home, if you decide to stay I know a great spread you can rent on a sweet stretch of the Canadian. Promise me you'll think about it? It ain't my aim to interfere or try to make it out we're close despite so many not-close years. Truth is, I may move up to Utah if a little sumpin' sumpin' I been working on pans out— jus' wanna set y'all up so's I don't have to worry so doggone much. Wait till we get there and you see that moon! Wait till you hear the lone coyote howl! We'll get the tent set up, night-sight ourselves some game— don't worry, I got six egg sandwiches, worst comes to worst— cook, eat, pat down the grass— it's like a pillow, it's so soft! If there's a storm, you two'll shelter in the tent, I'll stretch out right here in the cab. No, I insist! In Texas, practicality is king— it's what I like about this land, it doesn't matter who's a god, a demigod, an angel or a man. Ah, here we are. See that jackrabbit
in his chassis?— that's his heartbeat, pitter-patter, pitter-patter. What Became of the Comanche - Muse's Advisory, July 19 – Clio: Milk slit from an elk doe's udder bear liver raw and dressed in gall and curd from a suckling buffalo's gut keep spirits alive when measles, smallpox and cholera attack . Fourteen code-talkers Dick and Elgin Red Elk, Clifford Otitivo Robert Holder, Larry Saupitty Melvin Permansu, Forrest Kassanavoid Willie Yackeschi, Charles Chibitty Willington Mihecoby Perry Noyebad Haddon Codynah Morris Sunrise Simmons Parker rise in Oklahoma's Seven Cities Indiahoma, Fletcher Lawton, Cement Cache, Walters, Cyril protect the Utah Beach assault win de Gaulle's Ordre du Mérite now visit the tall grass of campsites whispering to Naomi Shihab Nye that no one “largely lives asleep.” Wide Open Sky - Muse's Advisory, July 20 – Tracy168: gray powder
NASA: “apollo 11/saturn V. whuh? armstrong backpack too wide for the hatch? roger.
Chief Anotklosh: many ancestors walked on moon
Melpomene: the fire's burning down
All: an incredible night of shooting stars breaching that ocean of celestial egg-cases
No, I am not ashame on. Why do you think I am ashame on? You are from Kríti too, sir, I can smell this. Please tell to this NASCAR boy that Greek people always are dressing like I do. Why are you seeking for ashame on? The old ways, they are dead. So do not be ashame. Does this lady in back seat make you feel ashame? She is not good woman. Good woman make man feel like god! I had good woman make me feel like god. This NASCAR boy, he is your boy? Do not feel ashame. He is good boy. I smell this. I smell also mescalito. Once I eat this too and first I am vomit everything, then I am eagle fly over sea that glow in dark like wine. What am I do here in West? I do not have son. I once have wonderful woman name Eléni like your daughter, your raping child by Leda, Eléni tis Troías. But she give me no son to watch when I am died, so I come here to West. It have many bones, I can smell. Haidēs say to walk here and enjoy to feel dry air on skin. But what is really “skin”? Medicine man? He live near post office— ah, he is shame on? He say I am sail with no ship and wind blow me in desert. I am ship that sink, all sailors are drown. The mast, it is taverna only for worms now. Kalí týchi. Good luck. Mine is not so good but I have good smelling for you and this woman and this handsome boy. In middle town, turn right. Not possible to miss— he have big Billy Jack hat, big turkey-vulture tailfeather stand up tall in band. Who else wear hat like this? Tell him Níkos Kazantzákis from Kríti is greeting to him. 万山群岛 Million Hill Islands - Muse's Advisory, July 22 – Japan China by N. Kazantzakis, trans. G. Pappageotes: If you scratch the Chinese, you will find the Greek. If you scratch the Greek, you will find the Chinese. —Eléni Samiou Charming little isles like bare bodies done swimming and now lying in the sun to dry. Exotic Chinese junks float by, tall-sterned, tar-smeared, prows slender, craned like thirsty dragons, chocolate sails spread like the wings of bats. The peacocks of the night, the fine coquettes, awake, spread love-ruffled feathers and paint their nails. Silent yellow servants push them in velvet handbarrows. When one raises her foot, the whole leg gleams through her slit silk pajamas. The Nitty Gritty - Muse's Advisory, July 23 – Shaman To Zeus, Miriam & Yeshua: Of course I'm aware who you are! You think I sit around all day just lobbing loogs into the gutter? I am the shaman, the medicine man, it's my business to track supernatural comings and goings, it's my whole bread and butter. Anybody got a smoke? some beer? You don't think you can just pull up in your red, pathetic, toy-size truck and ask my help, without a fee? This isn't charity! I don't care who you think you are. This is America—land of the free-- you buy whatever fucking thing you want. There's something in the back I'll take, and something in the glove compartment too. No cash, no checks, it's strictly barter, IRS has never heard of me and that's the way I want to greet the worms. On this .270 Winchester I smell a pronghorn, late last night. This bag of mescalito— see these fingerprints?— they have the scent of someone's sweaty dick on them. Sí o no, Yeshua? Am I right? At my age, I don't play! You want the Cretan here to have a magical experience? You've come to the right nahual. Pay in advance. You want to just sit down, squint at them prairie chickens doing their flamenco in the yucca scrub? That shit'll also put you in a trance. I smell Kazantzakis too. Are you his friends? He tell you how he didn't like my divination and refused to pay? Gun covers him, buttones you.Don't think that's fair, go screw. We have a deal? Okay. Leave Zeus with me two days. When you return for him, I'll need a case of Lone Star and a box of shells. This shit isn't ouija. It's a serious commitment. Directory: files files -> Answer True False 2 points Question 2 files -> Integer programming and game theory files -> 4 Integer Programming files -> Bpa vehicle Window Repair Scenario #1 task: Procure vehicle window relacement. Objective files -> Pop Warner History files -> North Carolina Inclusion Initiative Mapping Where Children with ieps are Being Served Purpose files -> Fall 2013 Spring 2014 Program Data: Standard 1 Exhibit 4d files -> Hanban – asia society confucius classrooms network 2010 request for proposal files -> Northern England’s set-jetting locations Download 1.87 Mb. Share with your friends:
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