Sunday, September 7, 2008
ANGEL OF THE LORD (PART 19) BY JOSE LEVERIZA Click Here
Watch Out Obama. Good Looking Presidents Are Prey To Seduction By Beautiful Women! Maybe It’s Better To Elect A President Who Can’t Hack It Anymore.
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PHOTO OF AN OBAMA SUPPORTER
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AN ENAMORED WHITE HOUSE INTERN WAS HEARD TO GUSH:
“Give me some time for a tete a tete with Barack after sundown with drawn curtains. I will recharge his batteries from under the table to see his way clear to perk up the economy. The Bush he hates will be the bush he loves”
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PHOTO OF AN OBAMA SUPPORTER
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AN ENAMORED WHITE HOUSE INTERN WAS HEARD TO GUSH:
“Give me some time for a tete a tete with Barack after sundown with drawn curtains. I will recharge his batteries from under the table to see his way clear to perk up the economy. The Bush he hates will be the bush he loves”
ANGEL OF THE LORD (PART 19) BY JOSE LEVERIZA Click Here
SULTRY SEDUCTIVELY OVERWEIGHT VENUSES AND THE SUMPTUOUS PORK DISHES THEY CHOOSE OVER ROMANCE ANY DAY
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ROASTED PORK SHOULDER
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ROASTED PORK SHOULDER
Saturday, September 6, 2008
ANGEL OF THE LORD (PART 19) BY JOSE LEVERIZA Click Here
DESIRABLE PLUMP GODDESSES AND THEIR PORKY FAVORITES MORE THAN INTIMACIES
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ROASTED WHOLE PIG
ANGEL OF THE LORD (PART 19) BY JOSE LEVERIZA Click Here
GORGEOUS FAT WOMEN AND THE PORCINE DELIGHTS THEY ENJOY BETTER THAN A TUMBLE IN BED
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Eat What You Want And Die Like A Man: The World's Unhealthiest Cookbook
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Eat What You Want And Die Like A Man: The World's Unhealthiest Cookbook
Thursday, September 4, 2008
IF THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING LET ME AT MARIA SHARAPOVA
If the Russians are coming let me at Maria Sharapova. Petra Nemcova could come next.
Subtitle 1 Let’s annex
Subtitle 2 Census, home security, and social welfare tallies are way off. Actual head count will show there are 200 million illegals in the country. This massive underground stratum strains the trillion dollar debt balloon. Legislation to bring them up to the mainstream as citizens could boomerang in new political realities. Their combined electoral weight could tip the balance.
Subtitle 3 Let’s all move to
Subtitle 4 It’s all a ruse, when they are settled there with under the table jobs, we’ll all suddenly move back to the USA and leave them there, he he
Subtitle 5 If the wave pushing up the borders of
Subtitle 6 The disappearance of the Aztec and Mayan cultures was no
Subtitle 7 If its money they are after why don’t they all move to
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Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Angel of the Lord Novel By Jose Roxas Leveriza Part 19 The Chapter On Three Prayers
Angel of the Lord Novel By Jose Roxas Leveriza Part 19 The Chapter On Three Prayers
PREVIOUSLY:
PLEASE CLICK HERE TO GO BACK TO ANGEL OF THE LORD PART 18
Second
Life’s tribulations are cataclysmic explosions in the rapture of Creation
They snake and coil in borderless form like paintballs splashing blank walls
All religions belong to You as long as they give You glory
All men’s love You take to heart and accept as Your only dowry
Parallel dimensions of reality and existence grant the equilibrium
Human brains are not equipped to grasp the complexity of Your dominion
The poor and the sick are alive and well in theaters of opposing mirrors
Yellow and the black become blonds with blue eyes exchanging roles
You hear them when they bow before Allah and worship Your Name
Your Divine Heart warms when they honor Yahweh just the same
The Catholics will go to heaven and see Your Son seated on Your Right
Mary Your Queen of Heaven is given them because of their heart's desire
Jason Burke instantly knew Bader was wearing a Kevlar. The steel jacket slugs would have pierced right through and not toss him back with velocity. He strained to get up watching the entrance cautiously. He motioned to Ellebana in front of him to stay down. She sat there her skirt pulled up to reveal the edges of her leggings. Her mouth was agape to see him alive and do battles for them like a knight from Camelot’s glory.
He stood righting the edges with caution like a vision of God’s soldier from the long annals dating back from King Arthur to Generals’ General MacArthur. He whirled quickly and gave the keep back signal to Marita who propped her aim on the edge of the bed. Yna and Angela watched speechless from the floor to see him cast a long shadow. Mike remembered him in dream visions of God’s avenging angel tasked to enforce His Word.
Mike darted to the corpse by the door and snatched the abandoned Belgian automatic. Jason tackled him forward as he stepped out to draw two successive rounds from Bader rolling on the corridor. The two entangled forms crashed against the wall then fell to the floor. Jason slid free and pumped two shots in Bader’s direction who had anticipated it and rolled unharmed to the opposite side of the corridor.
Screams punctured the smoke of the besieged hallways as submachine gun fire filled the corridor from the direction of the lobby. Jason pressed down hard at Mike who was benumbed by the impact and his old injuries. It was like Afghanistan again in the din of a savage firefight. Jason Burke made ready and clipped on a new magazine. He threw Richard’s electronic smart flare to blind everyone all around.
This threw off Ellebana’s aim as she fired at Bader from the behind the door sill. Marita tucked her sidearm and embraced both Angela and Yna prostrated on the floor. The mangled face of the nurse made all three reel with grief. Lassel was sobbing out of control and was frozen in her tracks to run after Mike in the hallway by the blinding flash. Ellebana slid down to a squat rubbing her eyes and pressed her head against the safety of the door. She extended her right outside the door and kept firing to ward off the submachine gunner and keep Bader preoccupied.
Bader’s rear guard made out Bader’s slithering form and helped him up to escape in the direction of the stairway. As the two limped down the stairway they were accosted by the security guard and ordered to halt. He didn’t stand one ghost of a chance with his paltry revolver. The pair pumped him full of holes to go spin wheeling down the steps. Their flight across the cavernous main lobby remained unchallenged. The two figures darted in a flash like ice hockey swingmen skating over the white marble surface.
Jason Burke rose over the pain on his shoulder and cut to the chase. Pain has two ways to affect your person. It can keep you down or fire you up. Jason made it a way of life to switch from one to the other with steely determination. Right now he put the pain in the recesses of his consciousness and focused on running like a gazelle in the playing fields of hometown Indiana. The automatic HK .9MM hang ready on his side to draw up quickly in case of confrontation. He flipped on the 3G to get GPS signals from Richard with his omniscient eye in the sky.
Ellebana dogged his trail to give him cover from behind. He turned a few times to ward her off to no avail. The heat of the pursuit didn’t give him time to argue. Into the streets under the Light Rail Transit they ran. The throng parted in confusion and glee as they went. The glee turned to horror when they saw the guns.
PLEASE CLICK HERE TO MOVE ON TO ANGEL OF THE LORD NOVEL (PART 20)
PREVIOUSLY:
PLEASE CLICK HERE TO GO BACK TO ANGEL OF THE LORD PART 18
Second
Life’s tribulations are cataclysmic explosions in the rapture of Creation
They snake and coil in borderless form like paintballs splashing blank walls
All religions belong to You as long as they give You glory
All men’s love You take to heart and accept as Your only dowry
Parallel dimensions of reality and existence grant the equilibrium
Human brains are not equipped to grasp the complexity of Your dominion
The poor and the sick are alive and well in theaters of opposing mirrors
Yellow and the black become blonds with blue eyes exchanging roles
You hear them when they bow before Allah and worship Your Name
Your Divine Heart warms when they honor Yahweh just the same
The Catholics will go to heaven and see Your Son seated on Your Right
Mary Your Queen of Heaven is given them because of their heart's desire
Jason Burke instantly knew Bader was wearing a Kevlar. The steel jacket slugs would have pierced right through and not toss him back with velocity. He strained to get up watching the entrance cautiously. He motioned to Ellebana in front of him to stay down. She sat there her skirt pulled up to reveal the edges of her leggings. Her mouth was agape to see him alive and do battles for them like a knight from Camelot’s glory.
He stood righting the edges with caution like a vision of God’s soldier from the long annals dating back from King Arthur to Generals’ General MacArthur. He whirled quickly and gave the keep back signal to Marita who propped her aim on the edge of the bed. Yna and Angela watched speechless from the floor to see him cast a long shadow. Mike remembered him in dream visions of God’s avenging angel tasked to enforce His Word.
Mike darted to the corpse by the door and snatched the abandoned Belgian automatic. Jason tackled him forward as he stepped out to draw two successive rounds from Bader rolling on the corridor. The two entangled forms crashed against the wall then fell to the floor. Jason slid free and pumped two shots in Bader’s direction who had anticipated it and rolled unharmed to the opposite side of the corridor.
Screams punctured the smoke of the besieged hallways as submachine gun fire filled the corridor from the direction of the lobby. Jason pressed down hard at Mike who was benumbed by the impact and his old injuries. It was like Afghanistan again in the din of a savage firefight. Jason Burke made ready and clipped on a new magazine. He threw Richard’s electronic smart flare to blind everyone all around.
This threw off Ellebana’s aim as she fired at Bader from the behind the door sill. Marita tucked her sidearm and embraced both Angela and Yna prostrated on the floor. The mangled face of the nurse made all three reel with grief. Lassel was sobbing out of control and was frozen in her tracks to run after Mike in the hallway by the blinding flash. Ellebana slid down to a squat rubbing her eyes and pressed her head against the safety of the door. She extended her right outside the door and kept firing to ward off the submachine gunner and keep Bader preoccupied.
Bader’s rear guard made out Bader’s slithering form and helped him up to escape in the direction of the stairway. As the two limped down the stairway they were accosted by the security guard and ordered to halt. He didn’t stand one ghost of a chance with his paltry revolver. The pair pumped him full of holes to go spin wheeling down the steps. Their flight across the cavernous main lobby remained unchallenged. The two figures darted in a flash like ice hockey swingmen skating over the white marble surface.
Jason Burke rose over the pain on his shoulder and cut to the chase. Pain has two ways to affect your person. It can keep you down or fire you up. Jason made it a way of life to switch from one to the other with steely determination. Right now he put the pain in the recesses of his consciousness and focused on running like a gazelle in the playing fields of hometown Indiana. The automatic HK .9MM hang ready on his side to draw up quickly in case of confrontation. He flipped on the 3G to get GPS signals from Richard with his omniscient eye in the sky.
Ellebana dogged his trail to give him cover from behind. He turned a few times to ward her off to no avail. The heat of the pursuit didn’t give him time to argue. Into the streets under the Light Rail Transit they ran. The throng parted in confusion and glee as they went. The glee turned to horror when they saw the guns.
PLEASE CLICK HERE TO MOVE ON TO ANGEL OF THE LORD NOVEL (PART 20)
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