The Flaccid Walls Of In Touch Weekly Magazine's Credibility

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+--------The Flaccid Walls Of In Touch Weekly Magazine's Credibility

In Touch Weekly your ego
is an impenetrable wall, the
misinformation you shrewdly
disseminate (that Taylor Swift is a liar)
claptrap of mortar, your editors like
crass, barbaric, dramatic instigating
Canaanites settled in a city full of
delusions of perpetual security therein.
But my admiration for Taylor is a
cavalcade of armed Hebrew men, Joshua
indignant, swords of lyrical fury unsheathed,
lips pursed, a Truth Trumpet clutched.
It marches around you 6 times in
6 days with the Ark of the Covenant of
my love for her leading. And today, the
7th day, I circle your hypocrisy 7 times,
blowing the trumpet blaring on IG: “Kanye
and Kim are the real liars!!” I hope the walls
come crashing down. I’ll raid your towns,
I’ll give the spoils to People magazine, a
credible celebrity magazine.


------Joshua 6:1-21
Now the gates of Jericho were securely barred because of the Israelites. No one went out and no one came in. Then the Lord said to Joshua, “See, I have delivered Jericho into your hands, along with its king and its fighting men. March around the city once with all the armed men. Do this for six days. Have seven priests carry trumpets of rams’ horns in front of the ark. On the seventh day, march around the city seven times, with the priests blowing the trumpets. When you hear them sound a long blast on the trumpets, have the whole army give a loud shout; then the wall of the city will collapse and the army will go up, everyone straight in.” So Joshua son of Nun called the priests and said to them, “Take up the ark of the covenant of the Lord and have seven priests carry trumpets in front of it.” And he ordered the army, “Advance! March around the city, with an armed guard going ahead of the ark of the Lord.” When Joshua had spoken to the people, the seven priests carrying the seven trumpets before the Lord went forward, blowing their trumpets, and the ark of the Lord’s covenant followed them. The armed guard marched ahead of the priests who blew the trumpets, and the rear guard followed the ark. All this time the trumpets were sounding. But Joshua had commanded the army, “Do not give a war cry, do not raise your voices, do not say a word until the day I tell you to shout. Then shout!” So he had the ark of the Lord carried around the city, circling it once. Then the army returned to camp and spent the night there. Joshua got up early the next morning and the priests took up the ark of the Lord.  The seven priests carrying the seven trumpets went forward, marching before the ark of the Lord and blowing the trumpets. The armed men went ahead of them and the rear guard followed the ark of the Lord, while the trumpets kept sounding. So on the second day they marched around the city once and returned to the camp. They did this for six days. On the seventh day, they got up at daybreak and marched around the city seven times in the same manner, except that on that day they circled the city seven times.  The seventh time around, when the priests sounded the trumpet blast, Joshua commanded the army, “Shout! For the Lord has given you the city!  The city and all that is in it are to be devoted to the Lord. Only Rahab the prostitute and all who are with her in her house shall be spared, because she hid the spies we sent. But keep away from the devoted things, so that you will not bring about your own destruction by taking any of them. Otherwise you will make the camp of Israel liable to destruction and bring trouble on it. All the silver and gold and the articles of bronze and iron are sacred to the Lord and must go into his treasury.” When the trumpets sounded, the army shouted, and at the sound of the trumpet, when the men gave a loud shout, the wall collapsed; so everyone charged straight in, and they took the city. They devoted the city to the Lord and destroyed with the sword every living thing in it—men and women, young and old, cattle, sheep and donkeys.

To Honor My Fathers #IamQueenEsther

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#IamQueenEsther

+--------"To Honor My Fathers; The Last Words Of Esther To Mordecai  Before Fasting And Visiting The King"' 

[Benjamin is a ravenous wolf;
in the morning he devours the prey,
in the evening he divides the
plunder”] - Genesis 49:27

- these words of Jacob plunder my
sleep. I start to dream of Haman writing
my name in my spattered blood on
palatial walls, epithets of his vile
racist hatred for a former Queen of
a former peoples. Exterminated maybe.
Then I wake sweating thinking of babies’
horror at spear-tips of churlish immoral
Persian soldiers lancing the family
cattle, or swords in the Death Angel’s
suspension one inch from their innocent
faces. But I must be strong.
In just three days
I walk to the furthest edge of my courage,
to the King’s throne illicitly uninvited to try
to save my people, to honor everything
said of Benjamin my Father. To lose life
perhaps. I walk to the edge of the world.

------Esther 4:9-16
Hathak went back and reported to Esther what Mordecai had said. Then she instructed him to say to Mordecai, “All the king’s officials and the people of the royal provinces know that for any man or woman who approaches the king in the inner court without being summoned the king has but one law: that they be put to death unless the king extends the gold scepter to them and spares their lives. But thirty days have passed since I was called to go to the king.” When Esther’s words were reported to Mordecai, he sent back this answer: “Do not think that because you are in the king’s house you alone of all the Jews will escape. For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?” Then Esther sent this reply to Mordecai: “Go, gather together all the Jews who are in Susa, and fast for me. Do not eat or drink for three days, night or day. I and my attendants will fast as you do. When this is done, I will go to the king, even though it is against the law. And if I perish, I perish.”

MY Curse Of Shimei On Kanye West #IstandwithTaylor

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* Dedicated to #thejesusmetaphorvsYeezus and #TaylorDateTony

------------MY Curse Of Shimei On Kanye West

Kanye, you faux king deposed
by swelled egotism, charlatan
musician full of duplicity!  You liar you
liar you conniving scoundrel! GET
OUT GET OUT (of the music industry)
murderer of Queen TayTay’s
character!!! I shower you here with
dirt curses of my scorn, hurl at you my
anger turned sharp pelted stones as
you journey to Bahurim for relevance,
flanked by PR troops and wife Kim.
Your career will come to ruin for phone
laws broken in California, proverbial
blood of Saul shed in the house of Swift!


---------------------2 Samuel 16:5-13
As King David approached Bahurim, a man from the same clan as Saul’s family came out from there. His name was Shimei son of Gera, and he cursed as he came out. He pelted David and all the king’s officials with stones, though all the troops and the special guard were on David’s right and left. As he cursed, Shimei said, “Get out, get out, you murderer, you scoundrel! The Lord has repaid you for all the blood you shed in the household of Saul, in whose place you have reigned. The Lord has given the kingdom into the hands of your son Absalom. You have come to ruin because you are a murderer!” Then Abishai son of Zeruiah said to the king, “Why should this dead dog curse my lord the king? Let me go over and cut off his head.” But the king said, “What does this have to do with you, you sons of Zeruiah? If he is cursing because the Lord said to him, ‘Curse David,’ who can ask, ‘Why do you do this?’” David then said to Abishai and all his officials, “My son, my own flesh and blood, is trying to kill me. How much more, then, this Benjamite! Leave him alone; let him curse, for the Lord has told him to. It may be that the Lord will look upon my misery and restore to me his covenant blessing instead of his curse today.” So David and his men continued along the road while Shimei was going along the hillside opposite him, cursing as he went and throwing stones at him and showering him with dirt. The king and all the people with him arrived at their destination exhausted. And there he refreshed himself.

The Giant Philistine DJ Felled #TonyvsCalvin

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#TonyvsCalvin #TeamTayTay

+--------The Giant Philistine DJ Felled

Calvin I'll disregard your size:
6 feet 4 inches tall, almost six cubits
and a span, armed in a bronze (cheap)
coat of scale armor five thousand
shekels heavy in bloated
collaborative DJ ego…your uncouth pride
and brazen disrespect
of manners like a wild and frilly,
unwashed, smelly and unkempt beard
abhorrent to eyes from afar.
You dare to taunt Taylor Swift, The
Chosen, with slanderous false attributions
of song lyrics, vile threats
to feed her reputation to scandal-birds of
the music industry’s air? Im but a shepherd,
my love for her a sling, the animus
between you and me five smooth sharp
stones. So may these slung words impale
your forehead of emotions with veolcity:
When Taylor releases her new album
you’ll fade back into a turntable’s obscurity.
I'll cut off and hoist high your silly lies
like the severed head of a
crass Philistine then. I'll feed those birds.

------1 Samuel 17:48-49
As the Philistine moved closer to attack him, David ran quickly toward the battle line to meet him. Reaching into his bag and taking out a stone, he slung it and struck the Philistine on the forehead. The stone sank into his forehead, and he fell facedown on the ground.

The First Words Of Tony Conti and Taylor Swift #TaylorDateTony

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* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+--------The First Words Of  Tony Conti and Taylor Swift

Taylor, prolonged singleness
has made my heart’s ears deaf in
Decapolis, land of relationship rejects.
I cant hear love anymore, I’m
alienated from romantic speech,
barely able to sense vibrations
of intimate vernacular, the sound
waves created in a verbal discourse
of two souls mad for each other. Oh
babes, wont you venture from
Tyre, that town of beautiful singers,
sailing on a Galilean Sea of near
inconceivability to date me? At Starbucks
your smile would be two fingers of
an angel in my ears, a green tea latte
in your presence spit from the River
of Life of marriage touching my tongue.
To kiss you: like the sweet inaugural
sound “Ephphatha!” loudly proclaimed –
the words “Tony, I love you!!!” like a
salvific melody heard for the first time.  

------Mark 7:31-37
Then Jesus left the vicinity of Tyre and went through Sidon, down to the Sea of Galilee and into the region of the Decapolis. There some people brought to him a man who was deaf and could hardly talk, and they begged Jesus to place his hand on him. After he took him aside, away from the crowd, Jesus put his fingers into the man’s ears. Then he spit and touched the man’s tongue. He looked up to heaven and with a deep sigh said to him, “Ephphatha!” (which means “Be opened!”). At this, the man’s ears were opened, his tongue was loosened and he began to speak plainly. Jesus commanded them not to tell anyone. But the more he did so, the more they kept talking about it.  People were overwhelmed with amazement. “He has done everything well,” they said. “He even makes the deaf hear and the mute speak.”

Keeping Up With My Barren Life Without The Kardashians

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* Dedicated to #TonyandKendall

+--------Keeping Up With My Barren Life Without The Kardashians

Kendall my heart is
a Judean wasteland without you,
this wilderness of men lonely;
my temptation is to crawl while
languishing, to tear my temperate
Galilean marital beard and accede
to despair’s demands of me:
Slithering Satanic sinful notions
of singleness prolonged- To grieve
this parched throat of passion,
mourn so severely for my romantic
belly emptied (with an insatiable
appetite to kiss you, to run my
fingers through your lustrous
jet black hair intently and
tenderly) that I give up on love
and turn stones of my longing
into bread of bitter complaining.
But I wont. I’ll wait 40 days for this
Instagram testing to end. So you'd
minister to me with coffee, smiles, a
gorgeous angel of dating comfort.

------Luke 4:3-4
The devil said to him, “If you are the Son of God, tell this stone to become bread.” Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone.’”

America's #BlackLivesMatter Concubine

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*MAY GOD BLESS ALL THE POLICE AND ALL LIVES. WE PRAY FOR RACISM TO END, FOR POLICE BRUTALITY TO END....


------------America's #BlackLivesMatter Concubine

We’d like to think we’re good
Levite-Americans trekking to Jebus
(land of peace), we wouldn’t treat
our #BlackLives coldly, indifferently,
they’d not sleep one foreboding
night alone, a concubine forsaken her
beauteous face bathed in rays of
the harrowing moon of any injustice.
But when police brutality pounds its
uncouth Benjamite immoral fists on doors
of our collective indecision: a maleficent
mob with bloodshot eyes and boisterous,
our discomfited consciences betray us and
we'd let our concubine suffer; too drunk
on wine, our feet just washed in
basins of institutionalized classism
and dereliction, to care. We sleep until
morning, sleep while the black man’s
dignity is savagely raped, sleep until
we wake one morning and our concubine’s
limp hand is at the threshing floor
of every major city. Too many #BlackLives
are dead, cut up in twelve pieces of our
history’s regret now.

---------------------Judges 19
In those days Israel had no king. Now a Levite who lived in a remote area in the hill country of Ephraim took a concubine from Bethlehem in Judah. But she was unfaithful to him. She left him and went back to her parents’ home in Bethlehem, Judah. After she had been there four months, her husband went to her to persuade her to return. He had with him his servant and two donkeys. She took him into her parents’ home, and when her father saw him, he gladly welcomed him. His father-in-law, the woman’s father, prevailed on him to stay; so he remained with him three days, eating and drinking, and sleeping there. On the fourth day they got up early and he prepared to leave, but the woman’s father said to his son-in-law, “Refresh yourself with something to eat; then you can go.” So the two of them sat down to eat and drink together. Afterward the woman’s father said, “Please stay tonight and enjoy yourself.” And when the man got up to go, his father-in-law persuaded him, so he stayed there that night. On the morning of the fifth day, when he rose to go, the woman’s father said, “Refresh yourself. Wait till afternoon!” So the two of them ate together. Then when the man, with his concubine and his servant, got up to leave, his father-in-law, the woman’s father, said, “Now look, it’s almost evening. Spend the night here; the day is nearly over. Stay and enjoy yourself. Early tomorrow morning you can get up and be on your way home.” But, unwilling to stay another night, the man left and went toward Jebus (that is, Jerusalem), with his two saddled donkeys and his concubine. When they were near Jebus and the day was almost gone, the servant said to his master, “Come, let’s stop at this city of the Jebusites and spend the night.” His master replied, “No. We won’t go into any city whose people are not Israelites. We will go on to Gibeah.” He added, “Come, let’s try to reach Gibeah or Ramah and spend the night in one of those places.” So they went on, and the sun set as they neared Gibeah in Benjamin. There they stopped to spend the night. They went and sat in the city square, but no one took them in for the night. That evening an old man from the hill country of Ephraim, who was living in Gibeah (the inhabitants of the place were Benjamites), came in from his work in the fields. When he looked and saw the traveler in the city square, the old man asked, “Where are you going? Where did you come from?” He answered, “We are on our way from Bethlehem in Judah to a remote area in the hill country of Ephraim where I live. I have been to Bethlehem in Judah and now I am going to the house of the Lord. No one has taken me in for the night. We have both straw and fodder for our donkeys and bread and wine for ourselves your servants—me, the woman and the young man with us. We don’t need anything.” “You are welcome at my house,” the old man said. “Let me supply whatever you need. Only don’t spend the night in the square.” So he took him into his house and fed his donkeys. After they had washed their feet, they had something to eat and drink. While they were enjoying themselves, some of the wicked men of the city surrounded the house. Pounding on the door, they shouted to the old man who owned the house, “Bring out the man who came to your house so we can have sex with him.” The owner of the house went outside and said to them, “No, my friends, don’t be so vile. Since this man is my guest, don’t do this outrageous thing. Look, here is my virgin daughter, and his concubine. I will bring them out to you now, and you can use them and do to them whatever you wish. But as for this man, don’t do such an outrageous thing.” But the men would not listen to him. So the man took his concubine and sent her outside to them, and they raped her and abused her throughout the night, and at dawn they let her go. At daybreak the woman went back to the house where her master was staying, fell down at the door and lay there until daylight. When her master got up in the morning and opened the door of the house and stepped out to continue on his way, there lay his concubine, fallen in the doorway of the house, with her hands on the threshold. He said to her, “Get up; let’s go.” But there was no answer. Then the man put her on his donkey and set out for home. When he reached home, he took a knife and cut up his concubine, limb by limb, into twelve parts and sent them into all the areas of Israel. Everyone who saw it was saying to one another, “Such a thing has never been seen or done, not since the day the Israelites came up out of Egypt. Just imagine! We must do something! So speak up!

The Temple Tax Of Our Love #TaylorDateTony

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* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+--------The Temple Tax Of Our Love

Taylor, my singleness has
been severely avaricious to me,
it is a Rome-friendly Hebrew group
of bearded tax collectors,
unscrupulous men in scraggly
robes, threadbare sandals
demanding proof of my plan
to find a date, hard evidence of a
girlfriend, the two-drachma
temple tax of lovers. I am a poor
man in this regard. My heart but a
credulous disciple hopeful one day
of romance’s salvation, but with
barely any of that type of currency.
Oh babes, wont you date me?
Starbucks with you would be
a four-drachma coin plucked from
the belly of a fish in a lake of
greatest expectations. To stare
into your blue eyes over an expresso
would make me feel like a king's
child- all expenses paid. And you'd
be my dirty blonde princess, divine.


------Matthew 17:24-27
After Jesus and his disciples arrived in Capernaum, the collectors of the two-drachma temple tax came to Peter and asked, “Doesn’t your teacher pay the temple tax?” “Yes, he does,” he replied. When Peter came into the house, Jesus was the first to speak. “What do you think, Simon?” he asked. “From whom do the kings of the earth collect duty and taxes—from their own children or from others?” “From others,” Peter answered. “Then the children are exempt,” Jesus said to him. “But so that we may not cause offense, go to the lake and throw out your line. Take the first fish you catch; open its mouth and you will find a four-drachma coin. Take it and give it to them for my tax and yours.