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step-over
cross face
they called this maneuver
" the Wench of Fallialuia"
the name comes
from a fictional story
about a Arab Beauty
who came into a
Cattlemen's camp
on a camel.
she offered her services
to the men
as cook and concubine.
they paid her
2 Goat's , A male bull cow,
and Two heifers. for
a years worth of work.
she mocked them
often, as she was didn't
have a religion or religious preference
upon her desiding to leave the camp
she promised to return, when her hefers had calfs.
before she left, she became pregant, by one
of the cattlemen,
she told him days before she left, and asked
him to come with her, he asked his father
could he leave the camp with the woman,
and then he'd return after his child was
trong enough to travel back with him to the camp.
the father forbid him or the girl to leave,
he told the son that he to had slept with
the woman, and found it hard to be seen as
anything but second to his son.
he offered to take the goats and cattle back to
her settlement and return after the child was born.
they agreed to the fathers terms.
sso the father appointed his oldest son in charge
and left the cattle site with
the goat and cows, and enough water to make the journey.
he left with one of his seven sons
and a mighty muscled man
named
Arisis" the Grappler" a darked skinned man
from the upper parts of the pennisulia.
the woman send word by messager to
her family that a man who she had
shared nights with, shall come to her people with a story
to convert them against her.
he shall have cattle and a goat.
his foods shall be sweet, and the
yogurts he makes
shall have strong oder.
keep him for190 days, that he is unwise to making her pregant.
when the geentlemen enter the camp, a woman yelled out
" off tin geffin"
which one gentlemen told him was sllang for saying
she'd allow each man to love her, if they grapple on
the lawns of Shedone. after the long jiurney
they did just that they grappled in fun
and they spent the nights with the woman!
The false prophets are blooming again.
Just like they were at the turn of the century.
After all, 2000 is a huge number
and huge numbers beg for huge events...
The Second Coming would have been it.
After a couple of thousand years,
the wandering children of Israel came back home.
The good book says the third temple must be built.
Some poor red heifers are to be sacrificed.
Sometime after, the antichrist is to arrive.
This is when things supposedly get a little rough
. The believers are going to get sucked into heaven.
The rest of us will be left to fend for ourselves
in the rubble and nuclear dust.
The tribulation ignites
Christ is commissioned to open up a can of wup ass.
I'd pay top dollar for a front row seat to that.
Then a thousand years of peace (this is hard to believe.)
What happens after that is anyone's guess.
PS.
Some pink-haired woman on YouTube
recently screamed: "Trump is da antichrist"!
Just like some beer-bellied boys thought Obama was.
I believe the antichrist to be a covert type of entity.
Trump always shows the world what's up his sleeve.
Besides, I don't think Dr. Triple 6 would be sporting a comb-over,
but then again, I'm no prophet.
You decided to abstain your vote for or against Israel, United States. You stabbed your ally in the back.
You know that we are the only ones who stand with Israel (who was attacked over Red Heifers and the right to rebuild their own Temple in their own Land).
You know that a non veto is a stand with the world against Israel.
Paraphrase_"and I will make Jersualem a cup of trembling and a burdensome stone, and whomever shall bother themselves with it shall be cut to pieces...although that the entire World stands against it.
The whole World is about to be fractured and go into derision and deception, with wars, rumors of wars, famine, pestilence and Death.
April 8 is your signal, for the uocoming period like no other and shall never be again.
There is no pace anymore; time is picking up speed.
One day a mustard seed-the next a sky tree.
Nest generations offering songs to the breeze.
Space /time is bending around a rib of infinity.
A cluster of red heifers is being prepared.
Elements for the third temple are mixing.
The loom of life is weaving the second coming.
Something sublime and biblical seems to be happening
Most of it probably won't be very pretty.
Speed is the offspring of time and space.
The veil is being pulled away from great mysteries.
It wouldn't hurt to say a prayer-just in case
Even though we only half believe.
God is an all-in deity.
For certain, time is picking up speed.
Alignment of ancient prophecies.
The matrix is thinning.
Frighteningly beautiful things unveiling.
Bleaching the grime from the cracks in the soul.
Are you ready?
Riguel Meese
287 Limousin Drive
Cattle City, Ribeye
00280
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Deer Serve,
I recently saw Saddles teaks
at the Market. Noun I think
these things were wrong with it.
Aint have no Wiffyoursista or
nothing. Ya'll no better than that!
And Broth or. I tell ya: ya'll no
better than that! And why those
heifers protesting the usage of
leather
in coats when it's cold. Y'all no better
that that. A long horn Steer!
A beliguim Blue
New York strips
and the Jersey's does too!
And where is the Cow
Palace. Do they serve steaks there?
Bife or beef.
Stable, down pasture there.
He aint noFlank, you think he's
a flank. Moo this man! Moo this!
Alage green, Change water.
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Sent Steerly Yours
Angus Angus Cow
"Alfalfa Eater"
Oh you blind..And willfull Nation.! Who stand on the very ground, of your acts.!
You took the living son of The One God
And 'slaughtered Him as foretold!'
He of the ' copper coloured hair' a likeness
Of the calf..With no worldly offspring
As the heifers, you hold are.' Caphias said
It is better for One to die for the Nation than
The Nation to perish.' You purchased His
Earthly life with silver.' The metal that is used in pagan ceremony, that shows its glint by 'moon and stars' You have treated the sacrifice that you ( accredited !) By all
Your acts.! And you will find no true peace
GO THEN.!!! Annoint the anti-christ bow before him and taste of his mercy..It will be a bitterness to your marrow, and gall to your
Very souls.' You display you pagan credentials daily..' in obscene and perverted acts in the sight of God and humanity.' Repent and accept the life of Christ, turn from the evil you pursue, and be part of Gods people.'
From Noonlight to Moonlight
I'll chance to mention a jaunt once took, along a sloping ridge; coming up steady o'er jakes ravine, cross the creaking pinewood bridge, tethering up the hosses, to a half charred lightening stricken tree; we gazed right down the 'scarpment at cattle roaming free after muffling up our riding boots in swathes of Hessian brown; stooping right over we made our way, by the darker shadowed ground, we got to to a stand of trees, that offered the needed hide; scuttling there as quick as quick, until we were inside made sure no herders were present, heard no sounds borne on the breeze; we picked out a couple of young heifers, this side of some bouldered scree then raising our crossbows silently, as moonglow licked each bolt; we loosed ..Whoosk.! the thuds)) sounded so strong you almost felt the jolt.: did i see a gleam in Mikkies eye?? could it be a heartfelt tear?? I said we had no real choice you know, my voice edged with tension & fear, a quick smile shot right back at me, as gazing deep in my eyes; she gave a hard kick into my shin, catching me by surprise!! saying now while I' affix the lariats Joe, you vamoose up the mountainside; get the horses and drags back soon, in case the rancher makes a ride, so I lit out for the ridge crest, my heart was beating wild." While swearing that damn hussey's more capricious than a wayward child; once on the ridge i scramble down, back to the waiting steeds quickly pulling the halters loose, my mind intent on speed!! soon I'm back with Mikkie, we pull the heifers onto the drags; then we're coaxing our horses up that draw!! headed for the safety of our own distant and shadowy crags. copyright Joe Maverick.co.uk
It was after chores were done near the end of day.
In the fading light, the cowpoke rode away.
The ranch was far away as his horse rode up the hill.
A gust of strong wind came from what was once still.
With the setting of the sun, the sky became crepuscular.
What he witnessed next seemed quite peculiar.
This was something our friend could see with each eye:
A large herd of longhorns thundered across the sky.
These steers and heifers were those he never saw before.
After the first wave had passed, there were many more.
Their horns were black and shiny while their hooves were made of steel.
They had brands still on fire, and their hot breath he could feel.
A contingent of ghostly riders rode on horses close behind.
These specters he could see were not of the earthly kind.
They had gaunt faces, blurred eyes, and shirts soaked with sweat.
In pursuit of the spectral herd, they have not caught them yet.
The horses were snorting fire as the riders galloped by.
The fear inside of the man was elevating quite high.
The cowboy was close enough to hear the mournful cry
of the riders as they chased the herd across the sky.
As the ghosts were riding by, each one called out his name.
Dire advisory warnings were what each one would exclaim:
“You have been flagrantly dishonest and egregious in your life.
Continue on your course, and you will soon share our strife.
We are chasing the devil’s herd eternally across the sky.
You will be sharing our endless travails right after you die.
Cowboy, to avoid our fate, you must change your ways.
Live your life righteously for the remainder of your days.”
Inspired by the 1949 hit song "Riders in the Sky" by the late Vaughn Monroe
Poured a wee dram for my friend Farmer Fred.
He just kept on shaking his head.
What’s with the head I inquired of Fred?
Sit down laddie for ya might just swoon,
When I tell ya what happened to me this very afternoon.
Whilst selling my wares down at the fair,
A lovely young lass with a head of red hair,
Wandered up and gives the wares a stare.
I greeted her in my customary way.
Good afternoon lassie you look lovely today,
Might I help you in some particular way?
Now she looks up and gives me a scowl.
I judged her humor t’was a bit fowl.
I thought I might brighten her day
With a grand compliment paid.
Lassie your hair is both beautiful and grand.
Then her scowl scrammed, and she began to howl.
Called me all manner of beast and pariah.
Her face turned red as if it were on fire.
Minutes passed before her tirade did expire.
Made me regret the cordial things I had said.
I sincerely hope that lassie is never wed.
Ill tempered heifers should never be bred!