TMoP: BAAL!

[Glenn Scheper]

Saturday morning, I sleep in, forecasting in my mind
how I will approach and woo that dancer that I need.

I will continue to give her twenties, and when she
asks about my persistence, I will say that...

Maybe you meant you were with someone--that night.

Every woman needs a chance to change her mind.

It's a new day. Make a new choice.

It's like Groundhog day!

Maybe I will wear you down. (Yuck, sounds bad.)

Perhaps you misspoke.

Maybe your no was an instant defensive reaction.

Maybe it's time for a change.

How many others, I do not remember. I am thinking
that my wedding ring may put her off. It's a heavy
gold band with eight diamonds in a row (symbolic!).

I will take it off using my mouth, after saying
"Here!" (sounds like hear; Here IS one's mouth.)
and give it to her. What can it mean at worst?
I have fixedly decided to leave the shrew. (Hey,
that's just like in the 90's when I got all drunk
and tossed away a plain gold band in a motel, as
I was badly beat up, and I'd had her put in jail.)

I will give it to her, and tell her to put it on
her clitoris, and we will grind on it between us.
("And I will seal it with my love.")

That is like my cloud vision: the long twist of
clouds a penis, the short vertical one a clitoris,
the circle of castellations (Hebrew rays) the ring.
The arc/ark of the covenent...seen in the temple.

No, I will go down on the right knee, and put it
there myself, not depending on her to act out my
verbal instruction. Hmmm. Inappropriate in a bar.

I will kiss her, after saying "Take this." Then
I will poke the ring in her mouth with my tongue.
But what if I err, and she resists even a kiss?

My mind turns toward her granddaughter, not the
one in the other post, image of the beast, but
another, the one she calls a "chippie" (slut),
the one I saw bent over next to the glass table
that I meticulously cleaned, fucked, and licked,
whereas the other one appeared as if laying on
that table, naked, pussy up, calling me "lecher".
(It works. Sea of glass, also the lake of fire).

I get up to piss, and thinking this plan over,
I slip the ring into my mouth, it turns once.
I clamp it between my teeth, poking my tongue
through it, while I piss. Piss IS a spirit,
but is not the Holy Spirit. Can one fountain
yield both bitter and sweet water? Yes, that
one that lethe flows from, as shown in Dante.

18:21 And a mighty angel took up a stone like a great millstone, and cast it 
into the sea, saying, Thus with violence shall that great city Babylon be thrown 
down, and shall be found no more at all.
  -- file://InternalText/Help/Revelation

I think of my age, my baggy clothes, my smell.
I am nothing a girl would want. The answer is
from Him: "Go shopping." Yes! I will go shopping,
and what will I buy? "Whatever I tell you to buy."

I spent four hours in multiple stores looking for
that still small voice, ending up with a western
style shirt from Walmart, other things, and even
a haircut. He had told me to get a haircut--later,
and even how to pick out the shop, the first one
that you see, and it ended up being a supercuts.

No appointment, I watched the girls work. Only
one had poise, mature, could handle this unruly
hair. I watched the patrons assorted to cutters,
and it seemed I might get her, but then I saw her
picking up and putting away all her tools, and
I thought it would not be her, that ineluctable
thing, like a last dance, missed. But I got her!

I fear barbers. They devastate my curls. I told
her, "Although I am unshaven, treat this like
woman's hair. It's already just how I like it.
Make it into art." and we work out some details.

Shampoo and cut. Herbal, pungent, minty shampoo.
I think it smells like dog shampoo, and hope it
doesn't linger after.

Arlene works her two-edged sword, and runs her
fingers though my hair. I am totally relaxed.
Being myopic, when I took my glasses off, I
declared, "I am in your hands." A multiplicity
of bikini dancers, working, appear in my sight.
"What is this?" "What stage is this?" "Is this
like a blow job?" "Is it she confessing, hence,
advertising, my name?" I enjoy it. It passes.

7:20 In the same day shall the Lord shave with a razor that is hired,
 namely,
 by them beyond the river,
 by the king of Assyria,
 the head,
 and the hair of the feet:
 and it shall also consume the beard.
  -- file://C:\i\kn\23_isai.txt

However, I will be shaving my beard myself later.

More to come...

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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