Liz Taylor was a fuckpig.
Forbes used to call me and say
"Let's double-team this dumb *****."
And we would double-team that dumb *****.
Give'er a real goin' ovah.
Sometimes in a limo.
Sometimes on a motorbike.

Really tore that thing up...

.. and today we rededicate this park after
one of Hollywood's finest.  Ladies and
gentlemen may I introduce to you "The
Liz Taylor Grand Canyon National Park."

My Meat

With this piece I would like to set the stage for the holidays not so much to think but to feel, some
Admittedly have a hard time getting into the spirit of Christmas at least it will take you

To the door hopefully at most it’s just writing then and something will touch and move you at this time
Of the year as the title suggests labor of the heart that you can’t explain but it is who you are I know not

Many of us are stone cutters or sculptors of stone but there is so much depth passion involved I want to
Write about it as part of the piece so in the studio sets this six feet tall by three feet block of marble as

He stands before this solid mass if he hasn’t touched it physically it has already touched his inner being
It calls to him from the center of the stone just a faint cry but a constant one deliver what you see and

Know is my true identity maybe an idyllic statue of a woman with a look of sorrow as she stands looking
Out on a neighborhood forlorn because of its slow decline illustrious in so many ways but the spirit has

Long been eroded although the outward show can fool many inward truth can’t be denied by those truly
Connected sadness runs deep as the hidden lines in this piece devoid at first of what it really is he begins

The arduous task of removing the excess marble it slowly forms a pile at the foot of the sculpture his
Fingers glide softly over the cuts and the chipped places all the while his irreversible vision holds and

Continues to demand the perfection he sees with a sustained grace more powerful than even marble
He pursues beauty from block to exquisite form after many days the release is almost final she has

Emerged from her rock cocoon and as true as any butterfly she beautifies the studio magnificently. Be
Fore long her journey will begin to her new home the final leg most likely will travel the I.5 down the

Valley to 101 across to 1 coastal highway right down to Huntington Beach one of the great cities of

Southern California now we will talk about another’s meat one that is not impressed by outward show
When it is rife with deception you know it projects perfection but the truth never shows into the

Desperate lives of lost sheep at night they have no shepherd to bring them in through the sheep gate to
Close them in safely as he maintains guard now they can sleep all over the city some even in rich men’s

Houses but look at them and they are starving cold shaking feeble it takes the same eyes as the sculptor
With deep longing and love to see them free healthy nourished on the holy bread that alone gives life

Not the brevity of this world that is only a moment in comparison to forever every evil imaginable is
There constant companion it poisons thinking and even helps destroy the body before its time all the

While set down in this battle field of the soul a place of prominence with fire and power to burn up all
The debris and garbage stoked faithfully by the man of God doesn’t exist here and still the sheep die

Without hope or love that was adequately provided by the cross and its Holy sacrifice Christ said it is my
Meat to do the will of the father each and every one needs to find his or her purpose at this special time

Of the year and rededicate themselves in the shadow of the cross for the great need of others the lady
That was sculptured sets in the park she longs to see Christ in this and other cities at the end of the ages

Churches are closing due to lack of interest what foolishness it the only place that life streams from only
Death reigns from all other sources the spirit beacons will you answer if not Christ less graves will

Continue to grow

“Maccabees, and all that Mess”

Antiochus declared himself to be
Epiphanes – a god unto himself
And persecuted suffering Israel
With pagan images and fire and death

The blood of martyrs Mattathias moved
And all his sons, hammers chosen by God
To cleanse the Temple of all perfidy
And through eight days rededicate the world

But now

Dismissed by the café theologian
As merely “Maccabees, and all that mess”

When I am ignored
It teaches me to wait

Think outside in trees
Recalibrate

Sybil in Toledo
KJ elevates

Sacramento still
Rededicate

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