Catholic Church Crimes against Children

Paedophile priest Robert Claffey has admitted to the abuse of 2 more children, His lawyer says he shouldn’t serve more time as he was “vilified” for his crimes.

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Poor little thing ~

“THE HEART APP.!” a poem a.k.a.: “It’s Free!”* a.k.a. “Oh, I Don’t Know About All This Stuff; I Just Try To ‘Deal With It,’ Badly!” a.k.a.: “Another Misinterpreted Message From ‘The Intergalactic Federation of Planets,’ i.e.: Outer Space Folks!” Wednesday: July 10, 2019

Humans! OWN YOUR CRAZINESS! Fall in love!

It’s THE CRAZIEST THING WE’VE EVER HEARD OF!

“I just hope – it NEVER happens to-ME,

For-I-have-MY-DIGNITY!-She’s-my-wife, you see!”**

What’s crazier than LOVE? It’s a “grand compulsion,”

And, once infected, your reasoning suffers expulsion!

Then, Satan (or Jeff, Your Conscience) goes: “What-the-f k’s-going-on-here?”

Your HEART replies: “Have yourself a beer!”

Then, your MIND says: “But I don’t drink!”

“Well, with-Love-you-don’t-have-to!” [The Mind says:] “YOU STINK!”

Well, YES! “LOVE-DOTH-STINK! (pause) but-somehow, you-love-The-Smell!”

“I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF Y O U! I WANNA RETURN TO HELL,

TO-THE-WORLD-OF: RELIGIONS! HOSPITALS! &-POLI-TICS!”

“OK! Bye!” (aside): “I-hope-this-situation-never-sticks!”

Oh, DANG, Gang! (Bang!) We’re in BIG TROUBLE! Are-we Heaven Bound?

Or (O. M. G.) Have-we-arrived? LOOK-WHAT-I’VE-FOUND?

I found-me A-LOVE-LETTER-with-a-photograph – in-a-secluded-drawer,

And I’m pretty-sure I CAN’T-take very-much-of-this-any-more,

BEFORE I LOSE MY BLANKETY-BLANK-MIND,

Sniffing! Sniffing! This pretty girls’ be – – – d!

DISGUSTING! Disgusting, but (pause) SUDDENLY NICE!

I-dunno! It’s-sort-of-like-EGG-nog, with-too-much-sugar-&-spice!

(O. M. G., JEFF has-“lapsed!” Has his mighty, bloody mind collapsed?)

Jeff: “I (pause) yai!-Yai Yai-I-yai-I-yai-I’ve-been HEART–APP’s- ed!”

“HEART APPS ed!”

fin <3

  • – Facebook Friend ly Reminder: NOTHING’S FREE, is it?

** – My DIGNITY, that-is! Boys don

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  • “The Young Sorceress” by Antoine Wiertz, c. 1857.
    "The Young Sorceress" by Antoine Wiertz, c. 1857. https://youtu.be/m2xnPSRSSzU
  • You’re So Pretty ~
    "THEY" will always question "WHETHER HE LOVES THEM OR NOT!" * The Girls, THEY-will never be caught, * In LOVE's perfect net, Because THERE'RE GAPING-HOLES, you bet! * Because LOVE never engages to confine! * It always allows AMPLE ROOM FOR ESCAPE, and this is FINE, * because GIRLS HAVE LESS FAITH than a mustard … Read more
  • The Lost and Found Department ~
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My wife the Mystery Queen ~ lives in a Box 🍱

“MYSTIQUE!” a poem a.k.a.: “The Life of Mystery!” from the popular poetic series: MIM MY (Mystique In Mystery, Mucho Yummy) Wednesday: July 10, 2019

There’s only one girl, in-all-The-World, made for-me!

ONLY ONE (There-can-be-only-one!) She lives-across-The-Sea!

She lives in Her Kingdom; she’s a QUEENLY BABE,

And she lives – to LOVE — to moan, to-“outgrabe!”*

Her name is: MYSTIQUE, which-is-A-Mystery,

And her nickname’s: Miss Terry, and “The Prince” says: “Oo-wee!”

“The Duke” – and “The Earl” – and “The Duchess” all agree:

“There’s NO ONE like Terry! Miss Terry we see,

Is the embodiment of Beauty! and Hearts yearn to be,

At her dis-posal! To-serve-[her], naturally!”

If you fulfill her a wish, a blessing will attach;

You can try to serve her, but she’s a slippery catch!

Plus, her OTHER nickname’s: “Teak,” for this wood she adores,

To make her some tables and pillars and doors!

So, Miss Teak (or Miss Terry) is just called: “MISS T!”

I get MISTY-just-thinkin’-of-her, and I-might hug a tree,

IF I miss her too much, for she’s rooted to The Earth,

And has been FOREVER! SHE never had birth!

With-no-birth-[date], SHE-emerged, from a sea shell, we-are-told!

Some day I might touch-her! Yes, I-AM-so-bold,

To imagine I-might-approach – a creature so fair!

An angel? A daemon? With a-lock of her hair,

I think I’d be satisfied; I’d-just stay in my room,

And touch-her-hair-a-lot, smelling its mysterious, strange per-fume!

There’ll be a sign on my door, or, maybe-more-like-a[n]-“headstone:”

“DO NOT DISTURB! LEAVE THIS MYSTERY ALONE!”

Inside! (if you can get through) will-be-The-Crazy-Lover – of-Mystique,

Forever with her locks? magical and sleek!***

fin <3

  • – a term found in Lewis Carroll’s “The Jabberwocky!” Humpty Dumpty explained it to Alice one day: “What does ‘outgrabe’ mean?” “Well, ‘outgribing’ is something between bellowing and whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle; you’ll hear it done, maybe–down in the wood yonder–and when you’ve once heard it, you’ll be quite content. Who’s been repeating all that hard stuff to you?” “I read it in a book”, said Alice.

** – D[a]emon: a powerful spirit of universal proportions, not necessarily “evil!”

*** – A million years passed, and one day his door-did-fall! – – – and-there’s Mr. Silly Pants, 1000 Mystiques tall! – – – For he’s been cloning-each-precious-hair – to make many Terry-s, so-fair! – – – And they need to find water, across-The-Sea, over THERE!

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  • “The Young Sorceress” by Antoine Wiertz, c. 1857.
    "The Young Sorceress" by Antoine Wiertz, c. 1857. https://youtu.be/m2xnPSRSSzU
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  • The Lost and Found Department ~
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  • Painted Bodies ~
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Little birdie ~ I really do love you

“I REALLY DO!” a poem 10 July 2019 (Woden’s Day!)

I love the little birdies (and kitties); they’re happy and gay,

And they chi-irp! and they me-eow – in-The-Most-Natural-Way!

They’re-so-shy (like me!) and-they-like-to-eat-too,

And-I-like-feeding-them nice-stuff, I do!

Golly, if-there’s-a-Heaven, I’m sure they’re from there;

They-don’t-seem-to-ever-hate-nothin’ – and haven’t-a-care,

UNLESS!!! Kitty shows up when the birdies are eating!

Then, they squawk-and-dive-bomb, giving kitty a beating!

Or, sometimes – when Mr. Raccoon shows up at night,

Then! “Tabby” and “Rory,” well, they have a little fight!

This-can-annoy-little-kitty, I-think -quite-a-lot,

‘Cause-I-figure-the-raccoon’s-a-thousand-pounds!!! and-kitty-is-not!

But! They all seem-to kinda! sorta! get-right along,

And, at the end of the day, nothing’s too wrong!*

Also, sometimes! at the end of the day,

They’ll-leave-me notes, & they like to say:

“We certainly appreciate that you feed us and talk so nice!”

And, since-we have a nice yard, so they’ll-all-usually-visit-twice,

Or, maybe, five times! They’ll fertilize too!

I (just) love birdies! and kitties! and-the-raccoons, I do!

You-can-come-visit-us, for we’re seldom ever blue;

We’re white – and-brown, gray-and-yellow, occasionally-orange, with-a-reddish-hue,

& everyone shares, except when they don’t, but-there’s-plenty-for-me-and-you!

I love the little birdies (and kitties); I REALLY (really) DO!

fin <3

  • – except the birdies “count up,” mourning their fallen comrades!

Epicurus ~ World History ~

Accustom yourself to the belief that death is of no concern to us, since all good and evil lie in sensation and sensation ends with death. Therefore the true belief that death is nothing to us makes a mortal life happy, not by adding to it an infinite time, but by taking away the desire for immortality. For there is no reason why the man who is thoroughly assured that there is nothing to fear in death should find anything to fear in life. So, too, he is foolish who says that he fears death, not because it will be painful when it comes, but because the anticipation of it is painful; for that which is no burden when it is present gives pain to no purpose when it is anticipated. Death, the most dreaded of evils, is therefore of no concern to us; for while we exist death is not present, and when death is present we no longer exist. It is therefore nothing either to the living or to the dead since it is not present to the living, and the dead no longer are – Epicurus