Ata Allah

 God's Gifts (Arabic term for camels, used by Bedouins)

I was told as a boy that my name (Jesse) means 'God's gift'.  I'm a camel?? lol   (Am I a Bactrian or Dromedary?  B for 2 humps, D for 1).   I think the way they chew is really funny.   My name (nickname) in Spanish is Chuy.   Terry Pratchett wrote a very funny bit about a genius mathematician camel, named You Bastard.   Ata Allah.   atta boy.  All, Allah, law, la di da, la la la...  nam myoho renge kyo.    God's law.  Be good.  Love.  (Netanyahu means "God has given')

Van Nuys California and van eyes?   Bacon and bokonon.    Boullion cubes and bullion and bull yawn.  Windows and blustery blisters.  Barracudas in Barbuda.  Donkey dongs.  Ukulele under the eucalyptus.  Ipso facto, calypso.  Coconuts and kookoo-nuts.  When will the BVI have sex?  An incontinent continent.  Dianne Fossey's dinosaur fossils.   Cannabidiol and CBD oil and Cold Black Dark universe.   Allah's Theistic Morality at the ATM machine.  Assayers say, say look at that ass! Butt SAE:  Society of Automotive Engineers and Suffering for All Eternity.   ABCDE, always black cold dark and empty.   Mad Max, Mad Magazine, Madmen (tv show), and it's a Mad mad mad mad world.   Mad Maidu maidens and made men.   Gaudy Saudis - King Fahd was not a God!  (but E.T. is a deity!, and Laird (Hamilton) is a lord, and (hiya!) Jessemiah's Jeremiah in Ukiah is a viable messiah of Gaia.   Teshara, Teixeira, and Sahara and Tassajara.   You should've seen Ace's face when she saw him in lace.  Don't question my Motives, Behavior, or Sanity, MBS (Mohammed Bin Salman).   But the Bright Morning Star recommended some Mortgage Backed Securities!  Fur trees?  Dogwood bark?  Are bananas appealing?   Roe Roe Roe your fish, gently down the stream...   Slavic slaves and Master Meister (Eckhart).  A male escort in court.   Strutting on the street to Dire Straits.  Have some madeira, m'dear.    God doesn't fail, and has never failed (because He doesn't exist?).  Drughs and Cigawretcheds and Sid's ass (acid), CHAMP (Coke, heroine, assid, methadone, pots and pans).   Blame the traffic on the drug dealers, getting high on the highway!  Medication and meditation makes a situation of contemplation, mentation, and melioration.   The optimization of civilization.   M and M's, Eminem, and Mom.   Manute Bol and the Bread Of Life.   Minute Manute and Big Bug Baggins.  Sauron the moron, and Gandalf receives a hand-off.   Good guides to bad beds, and great greetings from terrible tribbles.  Lively and lovely, and pretty at a party.    Gorgeous George, Ugly Betty, and Plain Jane went utterly Sane.   Sex between Bex and Lex, after Tex-Mex.  Cumming while humming?  Horny in the morning, and needy for something seedy.   Love that fits like a glove, and hating your mate for dating Kate, and getting along because he, well, gets long.   Suck n fuck for bucks, Huck.   Friar Tuck? Yuck! You're out of luck.   Fat cats are like that, Matt.    Do cats get in spats with rats, or is that idea bats?  The skinny on Lynn is she likes gin with her sin.   Is God really good, or are deities really itty-bitty twits?  Holy-moly, is this an oily doily, said the happy hippy.   Better to be a joyful goy than sad sod, Sid.   Dirty dirt and clean Dean and filthy milfs and sexy Lexi.  Kissing the missus.   Pissed or in bliss?  Happy or snappy?  Testy or zesty?   Poopy Snoopy's heinous anus.   Shaggy Shelby, shush!  Dogs, hogs, frogs, pollywogs, and balrogs go bark, oink, ribbit, splash and gr.  Cats go meow - I read 100 uses for a dead cat when I was kid.  Couches and cows and Payne in pain, in the Old World.   Cats don't eat KitKats but dogs eat hotdogs and fish definitely eat fish.  Burt's turtle is hurting.   The discomfort of Mumford, but Kent is content with his drums, cum, and rum.  Murderous herders and the life-giving Living.   HIV and shivs, not so much.  Thieves take leaves, like time makes chimes.  Fall in the fall and Rise in the eyes of the wise guys.   Winter interest, Autumnal descent, and Spring bounce, and Summer um, bums, yum, cum...  A Spring fling and a Winter splinter and Seasonal fees, geez.   Tease and wheeze on your TVs.   One o'clock cock, and power hour, and sex every second.   In it to win it every minute.  Dazed by end of days, because I fight every knight!  It's hard work being a jerk.  Dressed to impress and to win at chess, I guess, said Tess.   Yes, she said it, I won't edit.  Your writing is biting, said the umpire vampire.   Well your calls have balls, I replied when he died.   I like your bike, said the tike.   Well I love your gloves, replied Duv.  And they rolled on into the night, pedaling into the light, where they could go fly a kite (with flight in sight, anyway).   Josie and Jay-Z read Juicy Jesse on JC.   Words are weird, and this is an induction into diction.   Rhyme crime time.   Robbing Rob!  Stealing steel!  Taking cake!  Murdering birds!  Killing pills! Evil boll weevils!  Rotten cotton!  Dave the slave! Wicked kicks to the dick!  Monstrous Han.  Cruel fools, and sinful pinpricks, and an attitude of turpitude.  Savage Miscavige eats average cabbage.  Brutal brew and sinful gin, but fine wine.  Liquor is sicker if you drink it quicker.  But go slow if you want to know your foe or know a ho (if you know what I mean, wink wink, say no more).  Guzzling is puzzling.  G-D gets drunk.   The world is a vampire.  The blood is the life.  Life sucks.   Life is beautiful.   Have a medium rare steak with a beautiful woman, you bloody fool.   Fools for food.    Devouring the dour.  Seriously?? said a cowering Bauer (wow).   Flower power.    Drink a soldier like Folger's!  Smite a general with venereal.  Kill the chief with beef.  And kill an army with something barmy.  Defeat a nation with temptation.  Take over the world with a girl.  Find yourself in Seventh Heaven with Kevin, Nevin, Devan, Gavin, or even leavened bread in bed, bud.   Your breath doth smell like death, she saith.   Well, hells bells, yours smells like jelly bellies, Kelli!  Halitosis psychosis!  

What's sin?   Breaking God's law.   What's God's law?  Be Good.   What's good?   Whatever God says it is.     God's whim.   He can do whatever He wants.   He's God, goddammit.  You sentence your damned self to hell, He says.   Nobody's perfect.  Even the Better Than God.   Gawd.  If you're Omnipotent, you can damn well do as you please.    Drunk on power.   Or Powerade.   Something.    Singha is not Tsingtao is not sangha.   Art doesn't need to be representative, and neither do words.    And anything can mean anything.   Unless you want to actually communicate and get something across.  And the word was God.

God's vodka.   Godka.   The ABCs of BAC.    "Power corrupts.   Absolute power corrupts absolutely."  - Lord Acton.  Try delegating a little, or even distributing a little Equality!  Power Corrupts is so PC.   We're all born equally helpless, die equally dead, and live in between (well, who cares).  I do.   I really do.  Can't we all get along?   Let's all be happy, shall we?  End the pain, poverty, and poor health.   Start the heart, and begin the sin, and Love One Another.   Let there be songs to fill the air.   Libraries, museums, theaters, restaurants, bars.  Glorious Nature.  Amen (an appellation for Jesus, actually). 

The fairy was fairly early.  Pipe down and listen up.  Could you describe my reputation again?  I like reputation repetition!  Kim in a kimono.  Trish does the dishes.  Jerry Falwell knows Aikido.  Copernicus copulating with a cop in the co-op.  Bang me in the bank, baby!  Clean up oats on aisle 7!   Gross-ery store.   Kookoo about caca.  Dada's doodoo.  Sununu's nana.  Baba Bibi.  Bobo Bonono.  Ben Bova and his dog Rova.  Elon and Elton.   Reiki on Roku.   Cocoa not coca.  Mama Mia, Oompa Loompa, Coca Cola, Joko Widodo.   Una poca loca.  Un lobo loco.    No no, the popo want it pro bono.

What's Victor's Secret?  Looking sexy to Yourself AND your partner.   Feeling sexy.  Making you feel ugly so you buy their shit.  Good product.   And pharaoh moans :-).   Is kinky the key to the kingdom?  Like, say, paraphiliac attachment to a bra?  Procreation isn't for anti-Creationists?   If you're pro-Destruction, you can still Procreate :-).     Maybe you'll spawn some holy terror that blows up the outside world or something.  A solipsist believes her mind is the only one that exists.  But the opposite, says google, is Omniscience (objectivity, universality, empathy).   Smart is sexy. 

Cigarettes are toxic, smelly, expensive, and harmful.    Don't start.   Don't get me started.

My mom broke her foot and shoulder.  She didn't go to the doctor until the next day.   She used to call me a trooper.  My roommate said "dude, she's special forces."  Sad story, funny story.  

My consciousness is a cloud?  My focus is a fish swimming in Brain Lake!  I'm tolerant of talent, encourage rage, and appreciate the CIA.  MASD stands for martial arts self defense, and misery anguish suffering discontent.  It's the time of year for lime in a beer.  Rouen in ruins?  Drink up, drink down, drinks all around.  Satan aces his SAT test (With Google Omniscient Data).  Get Drunk like G-D (guard dog?  GOD is a guard on duty?).   Drunken pooch, drunk on hooch!  Hot dogs and beer!  (ACTUALLY, alcohol (of any kind) is toxic to dogs, and can lead to organ failure, and so should never be given to your pup, hot, thirsty, or otherwise).   Real and fake:  Edible underwear, a dish that is actually a dish, and chik'n vs. chicken.   Eat your plate, eat my shorts!  Eat Pete's meat and 8 plates of dates, mate.   Eat your oats, a'ite?  and drink your purple drank, uncle.    

It's any of the 24 hours of the day, somewhere on earth- AND it's Winter during the Summer,  BUT it's not ANY season at ANY time (e.g. Spring during Winter, Winter during Fall, Fall during Summer, or Summer during Spring), BUT I would guess it's probably cold somewhere on earth, always, and hot somewhere else, at the same time.   Global climate is measured and monitored in terms of averages.   There's also a State Owned Enterprise, or Special Operations Executive, Somewhere On Earth!!  (feeling so-so, así así)

what's worse?   life without pets or pets without life?  feral fear.   Molly, modeling.  You may have impressed the empress, but you disgust this guest!

Thinking aloud:  Sound mind, it annoys you?  Roy's noise and poise and toys annoys oy! boys.    Shut up!  STFU!  Be quiet!   Silence!   Leave me alone!   Stop talking.   Jesus Christ, enough already.   Damn.

TPs:   toilet paper,  teepee, true priest, trivial pursuit, time point, technical points, technical prowess, third party, team player, taking pharmaceuticals / prescription, toxic poisons terrorize people, taking precautions, Tijuana police, traffic patrol, total pussy / punk / poof, truck parts, taco pork, troll patrol, time place, triple play, torn piriformis, and (as EVERYBODY knows, lol;   I mean, I sung this to my baby...) everyone's favorite chemical, thymidine phosphorylase!   Joke: The indian chief drank too much, and drowned in his tea pee.    People (the ones I'm familiar with):  Terry Pratchett, Thomas Pynchon, Trey Parker, Trevor Pinnock, and Tyler Perry.   Toilet paper and shit and POS (point of sale) and TP (transaction processing).   Nun of yore busy-ness?  Papal poop.

God the Creator?  Who created the Creator?   And how does an entity create Space itself?  A Being, a Consciousness, A Human(oid)?, an Alien?  An Animal?  A Brain?  A Mind?   Doesn't the Universe go on Forever (in both Time and Space)?  Unless God is Infinite and The Creator because S/He's the Universe Itself, the concept makes no sense.   God is love, and you can make love, and make a baby, and that baby is its own Universe, as well, of course.   But some Father figure created Everything?  Nuts.  I don't believe the Universe began with the Big Bang, either.  There WAS a before the Big Bang.  The Big Bang wasn't created, either, I think.   Like, there are particles and antiparticles, and virtual particles that pop into and out of existence, so the same with the Universe, I guess.