Reading Milton with Paris Hilton

but hopefully not Ovid, with Covid!

 Paris Hilton sang a song called “Jealousy.”   To me, it sounds like she’s saying Jesse.   It’s hot.   My middle initial is L (for Lawrence, my dad’s name), so that works, too.  Jesse, with an interpolated L.   Secondly, I’m God, (like everybody else), and God’s name is Jealous.   The quote, from the Bible, (Exodus 34:13), says: “you shall worship no other god, for the Lord, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.”  It’s the last fact in my book, 100 things you’re not supposed to know, by Russ Kick.  I know I’m not supposed to know.   To “know” biblically, is to have sex with.  Paris is currently knowing Carter Reum.  As in, “get a room.”  If she ever fools (falls out of love), or simply wants to have an open relationship, or know me on the side (discretion is advised?), or wants to know God, as it were, then I’m available.   “Nobody wins when you’re full of envy,” she sang.  But God is love, and love is jealous.  God loves everyone.  God hates the exclusionary rule, lol.  (That actually refers to illegally obtained evidence, not relationships).  Maybe God is kind of a slut.  He knows everything, and loves everyone.

Paris Whitney Hilton.   Whitney is associated with Houston, another city.  Paris wants to have twins, a boy and a girl, and the girl’s name will be London.  She hasn’t decided on the name for the boy.  It doesn’t have to be a city, she says.  So, I’m thinking maybe Brandon (to go with London), or Phil (from P-aris HIL-ton), or Phillip.  She has a resort in Philippines, in addition to 25 fragrance lines.  She calls it an “empire.”  I guess that makes her an emperor.   Maybe she prefers the term empress.   There are poets and poetesses.  Her partner is therefore an emperor, or a king, or a boss of some kind (pope? Lol).  She was raised Catholic.  She wants to prove she’s not a dumb blonde, but actually a savvy businesswoman, by earning a billion dollars.   Also, she thinks she won’t have to worry, after she makes that.  She’s already worth (an estimated) $300 million.   She admits, “I know that sounds crazy.”   It is.  But a billion can buy a lot of bliss, and it’s as good a goal as anything else, in this crazy world.  I hope she spends it well.

Another boy's name is Brussels.   It’s a city, it’s a philosopher (PH, her initials, make me think of PhD, doctor of philosophy: the D is a smile emoticon).   PhD also reminds me of post hole digger, lol.  ANyway, the philosopher is Bertrand Russell.  He wrote an history of philosophy, which I haven’t read yet, but want to.  I have AC Grayling’s history, at the moment.  So B Russell, combined, forms a city: it works on 3 levels! (a city, a philosopher, and a male name).  I’m not telling her what to pick, but those were my thoughts.  She’s been on my mind, lately.  I watched her free, self-made YouTube video, This Is Paris, and it took a hold of my imagination.  I read the Wikipedia pager on her, I listened to her music on my Amazon Echo (i have a music subscription), and I watched an interview with her and her sister, Nicky (the red dress thing), in addition to the hour+ documentary.  She’s smart, gorgeous, rich, famous, wise, kind, happy, musical, authentic, a good actress, honest, bold, ambitious, and non-exclusionary.  I like how she doesn’t blink.  My aunt say its probably because of botox.   People hate her.  I realize she’s widely reviled.  I think she’s amazing.  Much love, and respect.  I wish her the best.  I’d like to know her.   I’m a fan.  She’s sexy and cool.  Hot!  Possibly too skinny, to be honest.

I’m single, and haven’t dated in years, and am a dog walker, a blogger, and an uncle (Uncle Jesse!, the real thing).   I like to write, I like Nature, and Iove music and books, too.  I keep myself busy.  I read the daily NY TImes, and the weekly Economist.  My blog gets a fair amount of traffic.  I check the number of page views status daily.   I’m also disabled, mentally ill, schizophrenic, mad crazy insane, nuts, and loco.  But then again, so is reality.  I have a voice, as they say.  I believe I’m a telepath, just like how God hears prayer.  So I’m a bit unusual.  My philosophy is outside the box, too.  But I like it, and it may even be true.   I grew up Catholic (my aunt is a nun), was voted most kind, was an Eagle Scout, went to college at UC Davis (International Relations major, Spanish minor), and walk dogs with Wag! (and also freelance).  I hope to publish.  

How would I spend a billion dollars?  That’s what money is for, after all.  No good just sitting in a bank account.   Make the world a better place!  Reduce suffering, increase happiness.  Spend it wisely.   Get the biggest bang for your buck.  Use cost : benefit analysis (cba).  Personally, I like libraries.  And I think prisoners should have access to as wide a selection of books as possible, on kindles or something.  We shouldn’t be trying to make prison miserable.  I’ve been in jail, myself.  Wikipedia is the best thing on the internet.  I think there should be trivia questions attached to every article.  But before libraries, even, come basic needs:  food, shelter, clothing, clean water, sanitation, and universal healthcare as a human right.   And love.  Cupid can be stupid, so scientific matchmaking is in the mix.  Don’t spend money on conspicuous consumption, just to make people jealous, to feel superior, to beat the Jones’, to have the most shit.   We all want something beautiful, but Paris shouldn’t be a trophy wife, even if she is a lovely, gorgeous model.  $300 million is pretty sexy, too.

Love is a battlefield, sings Pat Benatar.   God, who is love, is a man of war.  God is a soldier and a warrior.  Islam is surrender to God.  Do you not know that you are not your own? (1 corinthians 6:19).   Lovers claim possession of each others’ hearts.   I’m not trying to be the alpha male gorilla, but I believe in freedom.  No promises, no demands.  People change.  Love must be constantly renewed.   One, or both, can grow closer, or apart, and nothing lasts forever, even diamonds.  No one lives forever, either.   True love is fleeting, ephemeral, transitory, impermanent, and temporary, like everything else.  Heaven is being in love, on earth.  Hell is the place of the dead, where we all will go, the universal destiny.   There is no suffering in hell.  So in that respect, oblivion is heaven.  But there is bliss, while alive.  If you have a billion dollars, you can significantly reduce the hell on earth, like war and poverty and sickness and premature death and hatred and misery.  You can also make a happy, healthy, sane, and sexy world of love, loving, lovers, and the Louvre!  Like Paris!  My view is you should lift the most needy, then progress to things like nature, travel, comedy, fine dining, drugs, and music.  The first priority should be yourself, of course.   Make yourself happy, then others.  Look out for number One.

God is One.  Becoming one flesh, the beast with two backs, lol.   Mr. Right.  The One.   Smitten, and smiting.  Killing it.  A slayer.  Making a killing.  Slaying the crowd.  Said the blonde bombshell.  Sliving.  Like Buffy.   Or Aileen Wuornos.  Get real.  You don’t really want to be a serial killer.   Or maybe you do.  Theoretically - if there were no consequences.  Just eat Life cereal.  That’s a close as you ever want to get.  Orgasm is called the “little death.”  Murder a pussy?  101 uses for a dead cat (a humorous book I had as a kid).  College knowledge.  That’s hot!  I dated an Ellen French.  We french-kissed.   A former flame.  NV LN?  Thou shalt not kill.  Hell as a place of fire and brimstone.  Justice is just ice!  You can’t spell slaughter without laughter.   Or have a funeral without fun.  Vicarious experience through reading allows the imagination to go where the law precludes and prohibits.  You can read Milton with Paris Hilton, or Ovid with covid!   Poetry with Edgar Allen Poe.  Essays from South America.  Get gabby with Gabo.  Sin with Anais Nin.  But I digress, tigress.   Horror with the whorer.   Loving Courtney.  Or an imperious empress.  

PH.  The list:  I know PH didn’t go to college, but PhD is the first thing I think.  Philosophy.  Pretty hot.  Potentially hell, potential happiness.  Hot piss.  Philter.   Pussy hell (hello kitty).  Phat, pretty hot and tempting.  Philtrum.  Phlegm.  Pharaoh.  Oomph.  Phew.  Philology.  Pheromones.  Ph, acid - base, ass id and al quaeda.  Philandering.   Philomena.  Diaphragm.

I’m not a fuckboy.  But you can treat me like one.  One night stand, or The One, take your pick.  Unless I’m a zero.  A hole.  I’m not a dick, or an asshole.   1’s and zero’s, dicks and pussies, phallic and yonnic, the triquetra.  I’m not cocky, either.  Volvo vulva.  The vagina monologues.  Cock-blocker.  Do you call your country a cunt?  See you next tuesday.  P- whipped.  Gay paree.  What’s in a name.  Tomboy.  Bury it to the hilt.  Stupid blonde?  Or savvy businesswoman. SB. Rhyme crime: boy toy, stupid cupid, dimwit dipshit, idiot kids, imbecile in his domicile, furious jury, ignorant pig, dumb bum, retarded lard ass, punks on junk.   Spit some witty shit, and hit it.   Gr, greed, grace, gratitude, grappling, gray, grover, grim reaper, Hermione granger.   Anger, and grass, and gravity, and girls.   Gird for war.

Fragrance flow:  Flagrantly fragrant.  flags, fags, and france.   25 scents, making cents, makes sense.  Just like Victoria’s Secret is making you feel ugly, the secret of cologne/edt for men is to make you think you stink!    Frayed nerves, afraid, terrorism, rants, ants, anthropology, antichrist, aunt, ontology, entomology, theology, aesthetics, prosthetics.   Better living through chemistry.  Perfumes, drugs, pheromones…  Wash away my iniquity, and cleanse me of my sin.   AMISH, lol.   Photography is sinful?   Paris is the Amish antichrist, lol.   Captured soul!   Help, health, helen, helter-skelter, helvetia, helm, hello, Joseph heller, hell’s bells.   Various hells.  Fire in the belly and passion burning hot.   Coming in hot!   War is hell.  Chess is war.  Obsession by Calvin Klein, the enemy, lol.  Not a calvinist.  Horse sense.  St. Francis and SF and suck/fuck.  Assissi and si, si.  yes, yes.  CC, conspicuous consumption.  cash, capitalism.  materialism, and the material girl, living in a material world.  Spirit?  Spear it!  Penetration.  Love, in the void.  Tempting empress of hemp.  SOS, sense of smell.   business, busy-ness.  The woman who has everything, wanting yet more.  Driven, but with a DUI, so in need of a chauffeur gopher.  A BILLION DOLLARS.   There are 1100 of them on earth.  Join the club to feel okay, to not have to worry.  Is it really necessary?  A goal, an objective, a purpose, an organizing principle, so why not?  Maybe she’ll spend it perfectly.   Nomad, with no madness.  Achievable, but overkill.  We know, you’re not dumb.  Or maybe you are.  Like me.  Empty mind, with what the Buddhists call “no-self.”  Just playing a role, all the world’s a stage, all of us actors, even our true selves.   Don’t worry, be happy.  You have nothing to prove.  The price of alleviated anxiety isn’t as high as that, I think.   I mean, only 1100 people on earth don’t have to worry?  That’s not true.  All you need is food and shelter!  (and things like peace and health).  Delusional, but it doesn’t hurt to think big, unless you become a soulless money-machine zombie.   Are female dogs bitchy?  Get real.   BIG.  Believe in god.  Money, my one.  Achieve purpose, die fulfilled.  Attachments are the root of suffering.  Enjoy idleness, indolence, and leisure!  Work hard, party hard, and relax totally.   Contentment and ease.  Go slow.  Languid.  Meditate.  Chill.  AGNES of God, lol:  A Good Night’s Sleep.   :-). Do you. Simply be.  Pleasure, leisure, and ignore censure.  Bible says all is vanity, frustration, futility, absurdity, nonsense.  Do what thou wilt.  I have goals, too.  Maintain, improve strength, fitness, sanity (in an insane world).  

We all want something beautiful, counting crows.  Superficial, deep.  Skin, honda (‘deep’, in spanish).  Clothes, bags, shoes, jewelry?  Who gives a fuck.   Red dress, matrix.  Slaying, buffy.  perfume, hannibal.  Facial, American psycho.  Dumb and dumber, dad.  Jesse’s girl, rick springfield.  Jealousy, gin blossoms.  Teshara, he a star.   GOD, great out doors.   The sun is always down and dawn, at the same time.  Ambition, am bit, gambit.   god, goals objectives discipline.  BED, bde, billion dollar entrepreneur.  Best of luck.  Good skill.  May the force be with you.  Or maybe not (the police!).  V and V, vogue and vanity fair.  Eye teeth.   I ain’t a player, I just crush alot.  I’m not oversexed or greedy.   I do want my blog to be more popular.   I have no ego, little id, and a consensus-reality superego.  My life is an open book.  I hope you don’t have to fend off suitors.   Number 1, the One, a perfect 10, or a one night stand, or a complete zero.  It’s a numbers game.   Buddhist, no attachments, not clingy or possessive, free.  Wake up, come to, cum 2, come together, over me, ha ha.  Heartache to heartache we stand.  Ghost in a shell, mind in a body, brain in a skull, vessel in a matrix.   Chicken in a cat.  Cock in a pussy.   Mindfuck, all in all is all we are.   Open-minded, thoughts interpenetrate.   Linger longer, makes dogs happy.  Money, honey.  Have fun in the sun.   Upending stereotypes, something to prove: like black power and racism, feminism and sexism, gay pride and homophobia.   SB, Simple and Brilliant, supreme being, goddess :-)  status, respect, equality, love.  We’re all deities.