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Showing posts with label Last Supper 2009. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Last Supper 2009. Show all posts
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Out of the Blue
Are those...? Hey wait a minute.

If you can pray like Peter
If you can preach like Paul
Go Home and tell your loved ones
He died for us all.
There is a Balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole
There is a Balm in Gilead
To heal the sin-sick soul
Nina Simone

If you can pray like Peter
If you can preach like Paul
Go Home and tell your loved ones
He died for us all.
There is a Balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole
There is a Balm in Gilead
To heal the sin-sick soul
Nina Simone
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Photo of the Moment

Billboard, North Jacksonville, Florida at Trout River, just where it empties into the St. Johns. Hell's Bells this is God's Country.
Jesus! Does he like southern cookin'.
Fried trout, sometimes even leaving the head on, damn!, such a hurry.
" go on now, just scale and gut it, screw 'em 'ere filets de perche, we'll pick them bones out with our teeth, we ain't french and this ain't perch, you done been trout fishin in America' boy, hurry up now."
Ok now, some deep fried corn.
"What? what? boy? whatca doin'? no!, son? damn, leave it on the cob, well yeah? of course you shuck it."
"go on jus' put 'tin furst, then the trout, keep a eye on the swamp cabbage, don't let it boil over, look back at the trout, watch it now, and the corn, ok, now add the hushpuppies' corn mix, ok, ok, doin' good, doin' good, ok, now, drain them trout and corn on the newspaper there, let them cool while hushpuppies finish cookin' and we're settin' the table. Lick my chops!"
Yes Siree Bob, mighty fine, mas fina, humm, yummmmm!
"Maybe a little sweetened tea with which to wash it all down. Oh and that peach cobbler, left over from 'thuther night, for dessert, ala mode, if you please. What? I scream boy, Ice cream."
Yeah Buddy, ain't no dogs gettin' off the porch tonight.
Friday, May 29, 2009
What Fresh Hell?
Photo of the Moment

This is a composite (as if you did not know) The building is in Lawty, Florida. Make a right turn at Lawty and you wind up at Raiford.
Badd Asses go to die in Raiford.
Jesus don't give a damn 'bout Raiford, but he does like good southern fried chicken, maybe a little rice and gravy and sweeten tea, yeah buddy.
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