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Cinema of revealed reality.(?)
        Angelia Jolie sat in Buddah position before her monstrance to
    the Child-of-Water. The ever beautiful female deity of the Navaho,
    who can change at will from baby to girl to woman to old woman
    and back again. Hers is the moon child and its cycles. Her lover
    was moving away and she was alone. She had willed her existence
    into the public eye. But, she could not hold on to her man. Angelia
    focused on her prayers for a lover. She would not fail this time.
        "Excuse me." a voice spoke from behind her. She spun about
    on all fours. "You ordered a pizza?" the Dominoes@ delivery man
    had some how entered her home past her many guards. Angelia
    smiled a Monalisa smile, "Yes. The 'Extravaganza.'" She walked
    slowly to her purse and produced the payment with a $5 tip.
    "Thanks." the pizza man answered and placed the pizza on the
    alter. "Would you like a slice?" Angelia queeried. "Ah? OK."
    he took some pizza and ate. Angelia let her golden robe drop off
    her slender figure. She stood infront of him without any clothing.
    "Ehem. Nice tatoos." the pizza man answered nervously.
    "They are prayers for love" she gave a toothy smile and put her
    hands on his pant zipper. The pizza man giggled. Angelia looked
    up with a wide eye smile and took his cock into her mouth.
        "Fire is South." she said between suckling. "Water is West."
    she continued and suckled. "Air is East." she ran her tongue along
    his sack and suckled. "The Earth is North." her index finger was in
    his anus. Angelia tugged on his sack and suckled the last drop.
    She sat back her legs spread, knees up and hands behind flat on the
    floor. She made a wicked smile and licked the milk off her lips.
    The pizza man dropped to his knees and rutted her. She arched her
    head in a silient laugh. "Do you know why I am allowing this?" she
    asked with a smirk as the pizza man was about to kiss her.
    He stared blankly into her wide eyes. "I need man meat on my pie."
    she laughed loudly arching her head again.
          The pizza man kissed her throat. Angelia looked at him with sad
    eyes. "Do you know why I let you do this to me?" the pizza man answered.
    She looked at him seroiusly. "Because your Angelia Jolie." he laughed
    and pulled up his trousers and took his pizza bag and left.
    Angelia sat on the floor with legs spread, knees up and hands behind flat
    on the floor. She could feel the poparazzi stairing at her. She stood up.
    "Chanekos! You will not steal my soul!" she shouted and lit up a Tiparello@.
    Her hands trembled as she placed the thin ciggar to her lips. She thought
    about Johny Depp and their movie.. "I will make him love me. Everyone
    loves me!" she blew smoke about the room.+


    =+=

                                  Please Pass the Sugar


          She threatened Brad, "You will never see your children!" He complied.
    It was time for another well publised family outing. "The world will
    know we are happy!" Angelia shouted as she sat beside her driver.
    Brad smiled at the children, who knew never to speak over momsie.
    "There!" she pointed to a restraunt. The driver pulled in. "You don't like
    meat." Brad's voice was tried. The parazzazi's cameras flashed.
    Angie flashed a wide toothy smile. The family sat at a long table.
    Brad kept his sun glasses on to conceal his temper. The flash of
    cameras was everywhere.
          Suddenly, Brad grabbed his chest. He fell to the restraunt floor.
    "Call an ambulence!" Angelia screamed, while kneeling beside her
    beloved Brad. Brad convulsed and vomitted. The children were guided
    back to the SUV by security guards. Angelia swung her hands out
    in a kneeling position and knocked Brad's soda cup over. The EMTs
    pronounced Mr. Pitt dead. Two police officers held Angelia as she wailed
    over her beloved Brad. "No! You can't go!" she cried.
          After returning home and instructing her nannies to watch the
    children closely; Mrs Jolien walked stiffly to her shrine to The Child
    of Water. She pulled out the vial she had hidden in her sleave. It had
    been filled with pure cocain. Angie placed the vial on the alter and
    crushed it with a canndle holder. She laughed siliently, "Now no one
    will take him from me.+" and brushed the powered glass into the
    Budda incense and breathed in deeply through her nostrils, while
    seated in Budda position meditating.
          Her father stepped softly up behind her. "Are you alright?" he queeried.
    Angie looked up and smiled, "As good as I can be." Jon furowed his brow.
    "You haven't taken anything?" Angie stood up and kissed her father.
    "There will be a mob scene at the funeral." she said with glazed eyes.
    Jon looked about the prayer room. "It smells like drugs in here." he said
    turning over pillows. "Just the incense." she replied and untied her sash
    skirt, letting it drop. Mr. Voight shuttered and gasped. "My little girl." he
    exhailed and embraced her with an open mouth kiss. The two roled about
    on the pillows strewn on the floor, until niether had a stitch of clothing.
    "You are my father and husband.." she whispered as Jon made love.
    Jon sat up shocked from what he had heard: "Brad isn't the father?"
    Angie lay on the pillows and shook her head no: "He had a vesectomy.
    He didn't want to make little bastards."
        "The autopsy must be supressed." Jon quickly found his cell phone
    and called his lawyer. Angie lit another incense. "I think we can assume
    the press will find out.. about the vesectomy. But, they'll never connect
    the dots back to you." Angie took Jon's cell phone and threw it aside.
    She wrapped her arms behind his neck and swayed her hips into his.
    Mr. Voight shuttered another gasp and pulled one of Angie's leg up,
    rutting her in a stance. "Mrs. Jolien. Your bath is ready." her maid, Jada
    called from behind the door. Angelia had rescued her from Hatii.
    "Oh? Thank You Jada. I'll be with you in a minute." Angie kissed her
    father and they dressed. Jon shook his head: "We really are cinema."
    Angelia laughed ..

    (^)(^)

                                    Lead a Happy Life

          Mrs. Jolie snuggled with her children's tutor: Darious. There was
    knock on her bedroom door. It was her maid: Jada. "Mam. There's
    a phone call for you." the maid spoke; behind the door. Angie slipped
    into her golden silk robe and openned the door a crack. The maid handed
    a cell phone to her. "Have you been watching the news? Your the
    lead story on every network." It was Lady Ga Ga, one Angelina's trusted
    friends. Angie flipped the remote on her full wall flat screan Television.
          Fox news showed a blow up of Mrs. Jolien pouring a powder into
    Brad's drink. One of the poparazzis had snapped her "flagrito delecto."
    an anouncer said. Angie's jaw dropped and then shut; repeatedly.
    She quickly dialed her lawyer. "Howard! What the fuck! Should I do?"
    Angie screached... "Remain calm. It could have been @Sweat and Low.
    You'll be find." Howard's voice was calm. "Shit! Yeah! All you see is
    sugar! Oh fuck me Howard. I love you so much." Angie sat down on the
    front of her bed and gave a sigh of relief.  "Erm.. I'll send you the bill."
    Howard responded and hung up.
          Her mind raced at a dizzy pace.. The cup was long gone. Brad was
    a party animal and an alcoholic.. "I'm safe." she said. Darious massaged
    her back: "Safe from what?" Mrs. Jolie tensed, "From the eye of the press."
    She threw off her robe and performed an around the world with the tutor.
    Her cell phone rang. It was Lady Ga Ga again, "Brad's not dead."
    "Wht-the.. He's alive?!" Angie coughed and lit up a @Tiparello. "Don't
    have all the details, but it was in a coma." Lady Ga Ga laughed.
    "I-am soo-so happy. Where is he now?" Mrs. Jolie's voice was trembling.
    "The same hospital.. He woke up just before the autopsy. Can I come
    with you?" Lady Ga Ga spoke like a little girl. "Yes. I will meet you there."
    Angie hung up with a frozen toothy smile. Darious took a puff of her cigar.
    "You should go instruct the children.. Read them Bobo the Bear."
    Angie shewed Darious out of her bed.
          Her hands trembled as she put on her most innocent blue dress.
    "If it is our feeling about things that torment us rather than the things
    themselves, it follows that blaming others is silly. Therefore, when we
    suffer setbacks, disturbances, or grief, let us never place the blame on
    others, but on our own attitudes." Angie was lissening to a tape about
    The Art of Living by Epictetus, a slave born in 55ad in eastern Rome
    and was read by Sharon Lebell. "Ah so." Angie muttered and took
    another puff of her @Tiparello. She prayed that Brad did not suspect her.

    =00=
        0

                                          Forgiveness


            Brad lay in his hospital bed with an oxygen toob under his nostrils.
    "Oh. He's sleeping." Lady Ga Ga tip toed into the room on her red platform
    shoes. She was wearing her Wonder Woman costume. Mr. Voight took
    Angie by the hand to stand beside Brad's bed. Angie fell accross Brad.
    "God! Please don't let him die!" she sobbed. Lady Ga Ga stood at the
    foot of the bed with her hands folded. Brad looked bewildered at Lady Ga Ga.
    "Who? I'm going to throw up..." Brad vomitted on the back of Angie's
    head. She stood up quickly, slapping the particles off her hair.
            Brad looked up at her,  "Heh. I guess I loss my burger."
    A fury grew inside her. She knew to supress it and gave a radiant toothy
    smile: "All I want is for you to be O.K." Angie put her hand on Brad's face.
    She look over to the nurse: "How soon can he come home?" The nurse
    went to get a doctor. "Jesus. What happened?" Brad tried to sit up.
    Lady Ga Ga put his oxygen toob back in place under his nostrils.
    "Take it easy." she said. Brad sat up with pillows behind his back.. .
    "Hmf. I see Mr. Pitt is awake. Your a very lucky man. The levels of
    narcotics in your blood should have killed you. But, you have a strong
    heart. Mrs. Jolie? Can you provide Mr. Pitt with adequate care?" the
    doctor presented the release forms to Angie; along with rehab information.
    Angie gave her happiest expression and signed.
          Two nurses helped Brad dress. "Well.. I guess your my patient now."
  Angie chortled as her father pushed Brad in a wheel chair. "Let's get our
  sun glasses on." John said as they approached the exit. The camera
  flashes were blinding. "When we get home.. I'm going to give you a jacuzzi."
  Angie gave her brightest smile for the cameras. Brad looked up,
  "I think I'll go with Jen.. " and gave a toothy smile to the cameras.
  Jennifer Aniston took the wheel chair from Mr. Voight. She had been waiting
  in the hall.

              "What? Brad!" Angleia could only watch as Jennifer rolled
              Brad away.
              "I know what you did." Jennifer glared at Jolie;
              "You-better get your fucking act together!"
 
  The Paparazzi went wild. Mrs. Jolie's was forced back into her SUV.

  Reflections: Humility is the path which leads to forgiveness.+

  <*>


                                            Closure

      Angie Jolie took a naked bath in the Jacuzzi with her friends.
  "I don't want that bitch touching my children." she growled.
  Lady Ga Ga kissed Mrs. Jolie and smiled, "He'll come back ..
  You've trained him to well." Lady Ga Ga slid between Jolie's thighs
  and pressed their sudsy nipples together. "Geeze. How do you hide
  that monster cock?" Angie asked with a laughing face. Lady Ga Ga
  squeezed Angie's mouth and gave her an open mouth kiss. Mr. Voight
  was busy chatting with their attorney Howard. He sat back on the cushioned
  corners of the Jacuzi, while Jaba performed oral sex on him under the
  frothing water. "I should go to Hatii. I need a maid at my place." John laughed.
  "Brad left. That's abandoment. He wont have a cause to demand custody.
  Unless, he can prove Mrs. Jolie is a danger to the children." Howard was
  answering John's question, while taping his show for Satilite Television.
  "OK. Let's talk about this in your office.. Wednesday?" John hung up his
  cell phone.
    Angie felt a great light enlvelope her. "Angie! Angie!" Lady Ga Ga shook
  her. Jolie could see her body below her and Lady Ga Ga on top of her.
  Her father pulled her out of the jacuzzi and placed a towel under her head.
  He was calling an ambulence. She felt such peace and turned toward the
  light above her.

              "From this point of light we call the birth of all the living;
              let the Plan of Love and Light come forth.
              And may it seal the door where evil dwells."

  The voice shook her soul. Jolie sat up with a great gasp. "Are you OK?"
  Lady Ga Ga asked. Mr. Voight checked her pulse: "I couldn't find a pulse
  a minute ago." "God spoke to me." Angie struggled to stand up.
  "No-no. Just lie there. Let the medics check you out." John gently lowered
  Angie onto a gurney. "Probably, stress and lack of sleep.. Is she eating?"
  the medic asked observing Mrs Jolie's boney ribs. "She diets too much."
  Lady Ga Ga answered. "Now, there's a health issue.." John sighed and
  called Howard back.

  +++

                                              Libra



        Mrs. Jolie nibbled on her favorite salad. Lady Ga Ga set out her Tarot.
  "Are you sure God spoke to you?" Lady Ga Ga queeried. "I know." was
  the responce. "Under the sign of Libra you shall hold the eyes of many
  followers. Until seven years have passed, then you will rise to a new
  power." Lady Ga Ga read the cards in the Circle of the Horoscope.
  "So, I'm a T-shirt and a bumper sticker?" Jolie gave a toothy smile.
  A naughty Ga Ga music video played on the wall size flat screen.
  Angie gazed into Ga Ga eyes and embraced, "Why did God speak to me?"
            Lady Ga Ga tugged on the spiked collar she had leashed to Angie's
  slender neck: "Finish your salad." Angelina dropped down to all fours
  and ate her salad out of a dog's bowl. Two clips were on her nipples
  and connected with a small chain to her pierced clit. Lady Ga Ga spanked
  her for standing without permission. Mrs. Jolie plunged her mouth into the
  bowl. She was not allowed to use her hands; when she was Lady Ga Ga's
  bitch. Lady Ga Ga had drawn a chalk cirle around them and read her cards
  on Angie's back. "The Sun is the fourth step in your Zodiac. You will have
  material happiness under Gemini." Lady Ga Ga tugged hard on Mrs. Jolie's
  leash and pushed her cock inside Jolie's mouth: "Eat." Mrs. Jolie gagged
  on the massive cock and froth fell from her mouth. "The Queen of Wands
  stands under Gemini. You have a great love of money." Lady Ga Ga laughed.
        "A witches brew is made more noxious by tibis and grains of discomforting
  truth." Lady Ga Ga winked as she thrusted her cock up Angelina's
  ass. "Ah-errr! Is this the end? Is the world ready to die?" Angelina pushed
  back: carefull not to break the circle. "A 'Boob' attack straight out of the blue!"
  Lady Ga Ga growled and tugged on Angies nipple chain. Angie crawled
  about the floor counter clockwise to the Zodiac. "I want to help! I must do
  something!" she shouted and typed into her blog. Fans were typing up
  messages on her flat screen: "We will help! We will stop this war!"
  Mrs Angelina Jolie's fans responce flooded the Senate with e-mails
  for peace as Mrs. Jolie jumped to her feet. Lady Ga Ga shouted and pulled
  on Angie's chain. "Do you hear that rumble?" Angelina looked toward the
  door of her prayer room. "It's just a storm." Lady Ga Ga kissed Angie on
  the back of her neck. The television screen went black and then everything
  blew apart.

 
  "A nuclear weapon leaves no hole in the water." Robert Aldridge, Institute for
    Policy Studies, 1978.
 

    _ ( )_


                                                Coping Skills



        "Wht-the hell was that?" Lady Ga Ga stood up and picked the heavy
  oak door off of Mrs. Jolie. "My children!" Angie shouted, rising to her
  feet and falling again. The nipple chain was tault on her clit ring. She
  crawled and then ran bent; down the hall. The kitchen was on fire.
  "No-no-no." Angie scampered past the fire into the open living room.
  Cameras flashed. Jen and Brad were holding the twins. There were
  parazzi everywhere. "What was the explosion? Oh? Are you experimenting?"
  Jen said with a smirk. Cameras flashed as Lady Ga Ga ran up behind
  Mrs. Jolie. Lady Ga Ga put her hands infront of her monster cock.
  "Nice piece." Mr. Pit commented on Ga Ga' cock.
        Barbara Walters stood up from the plush white couch: "I'm very sorry.
  I had know idea. Please forgive this intrusion into your privacy."
  "Jen! I'll kill you!" Angie clenched her fists, but could not straighten because
  of her nipple bondange. "Miss Ga Ga are you a man?" Barbara queeried.
  Lady Ga Ga turned away to run back down the hall, but there was too much
  smoke and fire. She was wearing a red fishnet cat suite and high heeled black
  stilettoes. "I-th... just get out!" Lady Ga Ga screamed. Brad and Jen each
  held a twin. "Were leaving with the children. Your not a fit mother." Jen smirked.
  Brad and Jen walked out of the mansion with the twins. "You-oooooo!"
  Angie struggled to unsnap the slender chain clipped to her clit ring.
  "Mam you have to leave. The building is on fire." a fireman spoke to Angie
  and threw blankets over her and Lady Ga Ga. The paparazzi went wild
  rushing the two naked celebrities on the lawn. Cameras flashed as some
  pararazzi pulled off the blankets, revealing Lady Ga Ga's erect cock.

 
                                                  Puppet

            Angelina sat by a firepit at her beach estate. She was dressed in
    the parrot cape of an Aztac' preistest, while sipping a glass of 7up and gin.
    Somehow, God had been guiding her. .. The fire crakled as she cut out the
    heart of a red heffer and ate it. She recited:

                            "Sing Cassandra, time despising.
                            Sing the full moon, round, and rising.
                            Sing the sweetness of the meadow,
                            Coupled with your burning shadow.

                            "Holy! Holy! Horned with glory!
                              Sing your love's triumphant story.
                              From the arms of angels rising,
                              Sing Cassandra, time despising."

  Julie placed the heffer upon the firepit. The fire erupted in magic ..
  ... . A great storm came up. "Hectar! Heed my prayer!" she shouted
  against the gale... "Deliver my children and my husband onto to me!" Julie's voice
  grew louder. A terrible roar answered from the cresting waves:


                            "Rejoice! O Daughter!
                              Lo, your king comes to you;
                              humbled riding on an ass!"

 
  Angelina turned to see Brad approaching. He was riding a mule. She ran accross
  the white sands, tossing her parrott cape aside. "I knew you'd come back to me!"
  she cried with arms outstreatched. Brad vanished. She fell to her knees sobing:
  "No! I can't be alone!" A shadow fell accross her as a dark man stood over her.
  Lightning struck the rocky craigs. "Who are you?" she trembled. The creature
  ran his strong hands under her breasts and lifted by her throat.


                              "The world's kings have kissed my feet.
                                I am Apollo.
                              You are my bride."

    "I must change my form; lest you be consumed by the fire of my Divinity." Apollo
    spoke and transformed into a swan. Angelina fell on her back as the Divine Apollo
    entered her through the swan. His wings beat upon her breasts and thighs.
    "Who-can-not love a God and... all his creatures?" she gasped as she felt the burning
    fire of Apollo inside her.+

              The storm passed. And she lay naked on the white sands. She knew
    her life would never be the same.


                                                  Chaos

            Sandra Bullock was visiting. "Men are pigs." she said. Angelia laughed,
    "Then, we are pig fuckers!" Sandra adjustusted her hair into a bun and placed her
    swiming cap on. She dove into the pool. Angelia stood at the edge of the
    water and watched Sandra swim. "You shouldn't leave him. He's just a man."
    she said and stepped upon the waters. She walked to the center of the pool
    and waited for Sandra to swim up to her. "Wh-t?" Sandra stopped and looked
    up at Mrs. Jolie. Angelina was standing on the water. She offered her hand
    to Sandra and lifted her up. "This-is messed up!" Sandra spat. Angelia laughed,
    "I have God inside me." Sandra looked at her feet floating on the waters.
    "Truely? Why can't I be happy?" Sandra broke down in tears.
            Angelia held her friend and kissed the top of her head. "Because your
    just a woman." she whispered. Sandra sobbed. "Jessie will not change. You
    must except this as I have excepted Brad's many lovers." Mrs. Jolie levitated
    with Sandra to the lawn furniture. "Have some peach schnapps." Angie poured
    out two glasses. Each glass had a picture of a planet on it. "Let us drink to chaos!"
    Sandra giggled. Angelina took her glass and raised it up to the Sun, "Let us drink
    to Apollo!" Sandra clinked her glass to Angelina's and drank. She burped.
    "The day is coming when all men will serve women. I have forseen it." Angie
    slammed her glass down and filled the two glasses. "(Hic-up!) Isn-th Apollo
    a man?" Sandra was quite sloshed. Angie laughed at the sky. "The God's were
    born of a woman. Europa!" Mrs. Jolie swallowed her drink and then refilled it.
    Her eyes begain to glow. "Hey! Your on fi-ahr!" Sandra slurred and fell out of her
    chair. .. Angelina laughed as her firery skin burned off her clothes, but she did
    not burn.
          "The wings of a bird praise God. A thousand creatures voices raised up
    by their mother Europa!" Angelina picked up Sandra and danced with her about
    the grounds and onto the white sands. "I think I'm gonnah throw up..(Barf)"
    Sandra vomitted into the craig. She stared down at the little hermit crabs,
    nibbling on her vomit. "That'sh so beautifahl.. (Barf)" she said and vomitted again.
    Angie put her finger onto to Sandra's secret happy place and wiggled it.
    "Ah! Oooooooo (Barf)." Sandra was orgasmic and vomitting. Her swim suit had
    vanished as she had vomitted. "I-I erm.. luvef you verhy much.. (Barf)" she said
    while vomitting. Mrs. Jolie pulled on her mound and produced a massive cock.
    She thrusted herself up Sandra's mound. Angie's balls swung against Sandra's
    pink mound. "Ow! Jesus-ssssshit!" Sandra wrapped her legs behind angie's
    butt. "Thiths is fucking crazy!" she slured and vomitted. "I have a God within me!
    All things are possible!" Mrs. Angelina Jolie exclaimed and made issue like a
    frothing bull. "Eeeeeeee.. You are a God!" Sandra exclaimed .. lightening fell
    about them from a clear sky.+

    =+=

                                          Okay County


          Lady Ga Ga prayed,

                      "Slow swaying in the heaving waves
                        that round about me bend.
                        With sounds of breakers in a dream
                        blessing their ancient friend.
                        Iron rusted in lush green ocean graves.
                        The swell of pride that leaps within the sea."

        Angelina raised her face from Mrs. Bullock's tasty burger.
        "Why do you pray like this?" she asked, "The Gods do not hear
        the cries of sorrow. They demand heroes!" Lady Ga Ga adjusted herself
        on the stone she had straddled. The waves creasted on her feet.
        She beared her teeth, "I do not wail the boney blade forlorn.
        I do not fear the ghastly skull of grinning sharks. I lust the pleasures
        beneath the deep green sea!" Jolie laughed and pointed to the
        open sea. An octopus tentacles gripped Lady Ga Ga and pulled
        her under. "Jesus crow!" Sandra staggered to her feet, "She's gone!"
        Angelina laughed hysterically, "I have given her; her wish."
        Lady Ga Ga was entered by tentacles through her mouth and lower
        portals. She spun about into the abyss.
                "I'll leave you now." Lady Ga Ga said. A crystiline flare appeared
        on the white sands before Sandra and Angeline. The plunge had left
        her sopping wet with kelp draped over her pale soulders. "I see."
        she said. Mrs. Bullock knelt down before Angelina and Lady Ga Ga.
        "How should I speak to a Goddess?" she answered. The two maids
        took hold of Sandra by her hands and danced in a circle.
        "To each other linked are,
        That thou can not stir a flower
        Whithout troubling a star."
        the maids chanted: "To see a world of light ..
                                    A heaven in a flower
                                    An Eternity in a hour."
        They rested on their backs, looking at the crescent moon with Venus in
        its hold. Mrs. Angelina Jolie turned her head to the right and beheld
        a man, whose hair shown like sun. "Apollo?" she murmered. He smiled
        "I am Narada. Your son. The first of the Atlantean Race." He had been
        born and grew to manhood in the circle of an hour.

        (<^>)

                         
                                    A Moment of Sanity


            "You say you were pregnant?" Howard asked incredulously.
      Angelina gave here brightest smile, "He's living under the sea."
      "There are certain statements that demand extrodinary evidence.
      For instance you had sex with a swan, who was Apollo in disguise."
      Howard sipped cappuccino. "You know I love you Angie. But, this story
      is insane. You need to speek with a mental health professional."
      he leaned back in his swivel chair and made two fists as he stretched.
      "I saw him, Narada!" Sandra spoke up. "Darling, I'm certain you've
      seen many strange things. But, were you sober? Once again ladies
      I am not your judge. I am telling you that if you go public with this
      outragious claim, you will be found mentally incompetent." Howard
      sipped some more. "I spoke with Narada. He is an Atlantean."
      Lady Ga Ga stated calmly.
            "Alright, let say everything you've said is true. You need to
      produce Narada and then get a DNA test to prove he is your son."
      Howard handed Mrs. Jolie a court order for a paternity test.
      "Ask Narada if he will permit it. Or does he wish to remain incommunicato?"
      Howard smirked. "I will ask him." Angelina snatched the document from
      his long fingers. "We all witnessed this." Sandra insisted.
      "Well, right now you need Narada to prove he exists." Howard slurped
      the last drop of cappuccino. A clown walked into his office.
      "Right. So what kind of clown service do you provide?" he queeried.
      "What is this?" Angelina Jolie was offended. "Just a new shtick for
      my show." Howard made a gesture to the clown to begin. The
      clown gyrated her hips and tore off her custume. "Nice." Howard hissed
      and made a toothy smile. The clown was wearing a bikini and had a
      tanned curvaceous figure. Howard picked up a cream pie and threw it
      at the clown, splatering her breasts. Angie wiped some of the pie off
      her shoulder and face. "You had better take me more seriously."
      Mrs. Jolie warned. "Sorry. I was just playing out a scene. You know
      I love you. Seriously, I want to meet this DemiGod of yours. We could
      do an interview on the show." Howard gave a sincere smile from ear to
      ear. "I will bring him to you." Angie answered and stomped out the
      office with her girl friends. "Maybe we shouldn't have worn these tunics?"
      Sandra asked as she followed after Angie and Lady Ga Ga.
      "They're vestments! We are priestestes of Apollo!" Lady Ga Ga snapped at
      Sandra.

      (?)(?)

                                          OMNIPOTENCE


              Narada sat beside his mother on Howard's chat show.
      "Well. The paternity test has come back postive. Narada is your
      son." Robin spoke with a cheery tone. Robin was Howards co-host
      and provided side comments for the his Satyre. "I'd like to explain
      how Narada came into my life." Angeline begain. "Your not going
      to talk about swans." Howard interjected and Robin chuckled.
      "No." Angelina looked at Narada. "In a nutshell my father is a King.
      My mother met him in Singapore. I am asian. I have lived with my
      father for most of my life. Angelina is showing me your wonderfull country."
      Howard paused taken by the strange potent presence of this young
      man. "Which kingdom? Singapore or Tiwan?" Robin asked.
      "I'd like to say that it is in the pacific, my father is very secretative."
      Narada turned and smiled at Robin.
            "Facinating. Angie do you feel something has been taken from
      you? Narada is a grown man. Do you have regrets?" Howard inquired
      while putting his feet up. "I feel I have just begun a new life." she smiled.
      "I'm just a man going about his life." Narada smiled at his mother.
      "That's nice. But, why are you blue?" Robin asked with a toothy smile.
      Narada was blue skinned and had a red dot on his forehead.
      "It is a rare pigmentation. My father has blue skin as well."
      "Oh? Wht's your dad's name?" Robin continued.
      "Loa Tzu." Narada responce chilled the room.
      "I notice your blond and appear to have a multicolored halo."
      Howard's voice dropped as Narada levitated a cup of cappucion from
      across the room into his hand. "What the hell was that?" Howard
      squaked.
      Narada sipped and smiled, "My people have studied transcendental
      meditation for many thousands of years."
      "Jesus. Can you walk on water?" Robin asked with a chesire cat smile.
      "Of course. I am very comfortable on water." Narada smiled back.
      "He has taught me so much." Mrs. Jolie sat forward.
      " The mirracles Jesus performed can be duplicated through trancendental
      meditation. Krishna could heal the sick and walk on clouds. It is Krishna'
      teachings that allow me to levitate." Narada pressed his hands flat together
      and floated off the couch in a Buddha position.
      Suddenly, a clown ran into the studio an ripped off her custume.
      "Ah?" Narada was confused. A staff member tossed a cream pie in Narada's
      face. He flopped to the floor on his butt.
      The clown, expecting to be struck with the pie, picked up some balls
      and begain to juggle over Narada. Robin chortled.
      "How dare you!" Mrs. Jolie ran to her son and helped him to his feet.
      Narada laughed. A staff member tossed a pie into Angelina face.
      She growled. "Mother you most have a sense of humor. Life is not
      always serious." Narada wiped off her face and kissed her cheek.

        * I
        V


                                            Interlude



              Bob made some Ramen noodle soup. "Hmmm. That smells good."
      Sandra said. "So your in a cult?" Bod queeried. "Well, you had to have
      been there. It was; so phenominal. He just appeared and miracles
      happened." Sandra took a spoon to the boiling noodles and added chicken
      flavouring. "Are you sure this hasn't anything to do with Jessie?
      Your very vulnurable and looking for an escape." Bod brought out two
      bowls. Bob was Mrs. Bullock's massage theropist. "No. Oh, maybe,
      but, it really did happen." "I think you should take some time to be
      in normal suroundings. Let Mrs. Jolie deal with her son." Bod divided
      the noodles and poured out the broth into the two bowls. Sandra stared at
      a painting of Aphordite standing on a sea shell.
            "I don't think men understand the importance of trust." she said.
      Bod ate his noodles and switched on the telli. "I'm standing here with
      a remarkable young man. He pulled a woman from a burning car.
      And what is even more astounding; he healed her burns. What is your
      name?" the reporter asked. "Narada." he smiled. "Jesus." Sandra sat
      up with a wide eyed expression. "He's blue." Bob clicked to another
      station. "The water was all around our house. The river was moving too
      fast for us to escape. Then, this blue guy flew down and carried us to
      high ground." the reporter turned to Narada. "How did you do that?"
      he asked Narada. "All around us is energy. The mind can bend it and
      direct it. It is a technique I will teach anyone, who wishes to learn."
      Narada smiled from ear to ear. The family he rescued hugged him.
      "OK. This is officially creepy." Bod switched off the telli and Sandra
      snuggled up to his chest. "He is the first of the Atlanteans more will
      come. They will show us the Way to peace." Sandra voice trailed off
      into a yawn as she slipped away into sleep. Bod rubbed the back of her
      neck and sipped a beer.


      Reflections: Adam slept waiting for the creation that would be his own.
                        He felt coming over him a form of death and living, but to him
                        she was the perfect satisfaction that completed himself.
                        The other that must be embraced. She who is kindred
                        and alien; to whom the name was given Lilith:
                        Adam's first wife.


    =+=


                                      Worship or Love?


          "Some women have rised to postitions of power. But, this is
          still a man's world. It was Miriam, who saved Moses' life;
          when she set her son adrift upon the waters. My son Narada
          has returned to me from accross the world. His life is part of
          me and he will bring a new covenant to us all." Angelina Jolie
          spoke to Jay Leno with her son beside her.

          "Well. Let's not jump to anything. There are many religions.
          What can Narada say that hasn't already been said?" Jay smiled
          and knodded at Narada. Narada stood up and extended his arms.
          Gold coins fell from midair onto the audience. The audience
          scrambled for handfulls. "Your buying them?" Jay chortled.

          "Docti Indoctique. Let all the people have a voice. Why worship?
          I wish to teach anyone how to heal and how to walk on water.
          The power is within you. It is love and God." Narada's voice was
          like thunder.


    Reflections: How many seas are there?

    There are seven. The North Atlantic and the South Atlantic
    count as two, as do the North Pacific and South Pacific.
    Then there are the Artic, the Atlantic, and the Indian Oceans.
    These together form the Seven Seas.


    <^>

                                                        First-Order Function


            "Please. I must know how to live. I want to learn." the philopino woman clutched Mrs. Jolien's
    black backless gown. "Respect is hereditary with all cultures. It is necessary to maintaining a
    cohesive society." Mrs. Jolien replied and let her gown slip off. Casilda picked the gown up and
    hung it on the door. "Well. I see your a walking encyclopidea." Brad had just returned from
    his latest film. He kissed her and rubbed her back and shoulders. "God. I want to be real."
    Angelina kissed Mr. Pit and worked her kisses down to his cock. "You know were, having a
    trial separation?" Brad laughed.

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                              0  0    0    0    0    0

                              P      ~P

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                              1        1

                              2        0


    "What is that?" Brad looked at the automaton that had entered the bedroom.
    "It is the God of technology. Did you not feel guided by its logic?" Narada had been meditating
    on the ceiling. "Sounds like jibberish." Brad looked into the eye of the machines head.
    "A cyclops!" Angelina clapped her hands. "Oh, my mother, you are so easy to please. Let me explain."
    The orb hovered over the bed. It had one eye and a long curved shaft that pointed up infront.
    "Yes. I see. Your going to rule the world with an android' dildo." Mr. Pit smirked.
    Angie ran her hands along the glissening metalic shaft. She turned and told Casilda to leave.
    The shaft buzzed with electricity. Angie shrieked and disloved into a ball of
    energy. Then, a shimmering violet light rose like a flame. She was born again.
    Jolien looked at her black paws and gazed at her slender figure standing in the mirror.
    "I have lepard's fur and black wings!" she shrieked. Narada smiled baring his white fangs.
    "No. No. This wont work. She's an actress. Her body is her livelyhood." Brad pleaded with the
    blue Atlantean. Narada's smile widened, "This is her soul. She has not transformed."
    Angie looked at the mirror again. She was herself as she remembered.
    "Can-I fly?" Angelina asked in a child like voice. She placed her paw to her throat.
    She was the winged lepard again. She looked disperately at her new born son. He was only a babe.
    "Yes. But, only we three can see the soul. This is the power of the all seeing eye."
    Narada replied and snapped his fingers at the orb. Angelina returned as they remembered her.
    Brad ran to hold her and vanished in a puff of orange smoke. A peach tree appeared.
    Angie laughed, "I always loved his peaches!" Their was a strong odor of peaches.
    "Can I have a taste of his peaches?" she asked gigling like a girl. Narada nodded yes.
    The juices ran down her adolesencent' breasts. Brad reapeared as they remembered him.
    "Ok. I've had enough." he said and stomped to the door only to transform into a peach tree.
    Angie and Narada laughed and ran about the peach tree as children. In a puff of orange smoke;
    Angie and Brad were restored. "Is it over?" Brad asked.  "The soul never rests."
    Narada replied as a babe.


    * I
    V


      Epilogue: The dawn was near. Angelina shivered as the cool sea breeze passed accross her.
                    She was wearing a blue nylon catsuite. She walked slowly to the wet banks of her
                    white sand beach home. Pointing one foot forward she stepped into the small breaking
                    waves. The waters were warmer than the breeze. She plunged in, crawling about on the
                    sea bed of peables and weeds. Angelina looked up at the rising sun and spun about
                    resting on her elbows and arching her back. She raised her legs strieght up and spread
                    them. Her wet nylons felt like a hundred tongues. "Apollo!" she prayed.
                    Steam rose from her body. Her nylons disolved. "I am inside you." the God replied.
                    Her hair blew about her head like a halo. "Our son has done well." she gasped.
                    "He will and has always been a God." Apollo appeared as swan. They made love.+


                                                                    Casilda


              Angelina comb her hair. Casilda prepared the bed for her mistress.
              "Mam? Why does this room smell of peaches?" her maid queeried.
              Angelina giggled, "Do you believe in ghosts?" Caslida nodded yes.
              "Open the prayer room." Mrs. Jolien ordered.  Caslida complied.
              The orb hovered over them. Casilda smiled.


              Angelina looked in amazement as her maid changed into an angel.
              "Wha?" Angie sat down on the bed. "I see. This is sorcery." Caslida answered
              and spread her wings. "This is your soul. There is no deception." Angie spoke
              with astonishment. She put out her hand to touch the radiant herald.
              Caslida blessed herself and returned as was remembered. "It Jesus that gives
              me wings." the maid spoke.

             
              Angelina transformed into the lepard with black wings. She could not help but roar.
              Caslida burst with diamond sparked light in angelic form. "This is wrong. I'm not
              a monster." Angelina growled and paced on the bed as a lepard.
              "Mother. Do not judge yourself so harshly. Caslida has devoted her life to angelic
              faith. You have pursued the fire of your passions. The spirit cannot lie." Narada
              voice was in their heads, but he was nowhere to be seen.

             
              Casilda patted Angelina's lepard's head. "I want to pounce." Mrs. Jolien growled.
              "But, you don't." Narada answered. He was a Stag. His antlers scratched the ceiling.
              Angelina returned as was remembered. She lay curled on her side staring at her
              her angelic maid. The angel floated over the Stag and rested on his back.
              "I do not understand this. Now.. my maid is riding my son?" Angie voice was breaking.
              "Faith is impotent without desire." Narada replied and stomped his hooves.
              Casilda wrapped her arms about his massive neck. Her wings brushed his sides
              as she beat them upwards. Angie streatched and became the lepard again.
              She extended her black wings and bared her teeth in defiance. "You must learn
              patience. Mother." Narada spoke as he held Caslida in his arms. Caslida was
              the petite maid again. She had fainted.


              666
              999



              "Sitting here on a cement floor... wanting for something you wore.
                So spill your breakfast and drink your wine..
                  Bloody your hands on a catus tree and rub your hands on your dress
                    and send it to me."

              Lady Ga Ga had her favorite Heathen on. She was having here muffin waxed.
            "I should have pain killers for this." she grimaced. Angelina was on the oposite
            table, having her mustache wax. "I do not know who I am." Angie said in a faint voice.
            Mrs. Ga Ga looked at her, "There are forces at work in the world beyond the control
            of anyone or any God." She had been studying The Art Of Archery by Eugen Herrigel.
            "Do I hit the goal? Or does the goal hit me? For as soon as I take the bow, everything
            becomes so simple and straightforward. The bow has cut through me." Lady Ga Ga
            grimaced as another strip crossed her muffin, "We must cross fire! And then the goal will
            be hit without seeing it." Mrs. Ga Ga took a sip of gin and 7up.

                "I took a trip on a Gemini space craft.. and I thought about you."

          Lady Ga Ga's Heathen continued.  Angelina Joline spun over on her belly to have her
          buttox waxed. "Animals do not over reach the limits of the space that will hold them.
          Narada has come to teach humanity the wisdom of animals. He will find the target..."
          She grimaced as a strip was removed from her buttox.

                "Everyone says hi!"  the Heathen continued.

        ~~~
          <^>


          Reflections:  "All the nations of that time were mightly bent on working miracles." Plato.



                                                      Loose Thoughts


              Sandra played with a kite. It was a long red fish. It's tail flipped.
        "I feel something. But, what?" she thought. She made her kite do loops.
        "Shipwrecked on a foriegn coast. Take my sail!
        Full of many gallant standards lost. Weathered the gale!"
        an old woman spoke.
        Sandra looked about and saw the old woman in black, standing behind her.
        "I didn't see you." Sandra answered; "That's a sorrowfull verse."
        A wind came up and snapped the kite's string. It flew off into the sea.
        Sandra looked away for a moment at her red fish, then turned back to speak
        to the lady in black, but she was nowhere to be seen.
        Sandra walked quickly up the white sands to Angelina's beach house.
        "(v)(Qv)=~(Ev)~(Qv)" Narada chalked out on a black board; "Binds."
        "Waht the heck is that?" Sandra implored. Narada smile his teeth were ivory: accented
        by his blue skin. He put aside his chalk. "You look upset? What has happened?" he asked.
        "A old woman ricited a poem to me and disapeared." Sandra sat down on a wicker chair.
        "Ah. You had a vision. This is a blessing. Be certain to write it down so you don't forget any details."
        the Rargi shook his finger at her and then continued to chalk again.

                "I just want to live a normal life! Waht the fuck is happening to me?" Sandra shuddered
                and put her face in her hands. Narada placed a daisy in her hair behind her left ear.

        "Truth is siliently powerfull. It is whispered and never heard aloud. But, always working secretly.
        As the lightning breaks so to you have the thunder. What you have witnessed will change you
        forever." the Rargi slapped his hands and thunder shook the house. Sandra fell before his feet.
       
                She was transformed into a snow owl. Narada pearched her on the back of the wicker chair.
        She hooted and turned her head completely about. "Now. You are wise." he smiled and returned
        to chalking on his black board: (CH3C00)2Pb.3H20. "Sweat lead." he whispered.

        =+=

                                                          Imponderables


              "What a beautifull owl." Angelina stroked the back of the snow owl's head.
        Narada tapped on his lap top. "Mother, the circle is complete." he stated proudly and
        showed her the satilight's aray on his screen. "Each one is like the eye in my prayer room?"
        Angelina queeried. He nodded with a smile and activated them with the press of a key.

              Angelina Jolien was the lepard again. She beat her black wings and roared.
        Narada openned the sun deck doors. Mrs. Jolien pounced out through the doors and flew
        off into the hills. "The will of nature shall once again be restored." Narada spoke softly to
        the snow owl as he rubbed her breasts feathers with one finger. "Every human will be
        transformed into their true spirit animal and the balance of nature will be restored."
        he said softly to the snow owl and gave her a cricket to eat.

            Narada drove his Corvet into the city. There were Lamas roaming the streets and
        griffins flying over head. Some people had become trees, while others radiant angels.
        "The angels have no need for earthly pleasures, but are they intellegent enough to
        alter this new world?" Narada pondered and looked worried at the many heralds.
        They looked upon him and smiled, then flew upwards out of sight. Narada shifted into
        third gear and returned to the beach house.

            There were many Atlanteans gathered. "You have used our power wisely. Now, the
        kingdom is no longer a thing of dreams and wishfull thinking." His father Lao-Tzu spoke proudly
        and embraced his son. Breathing out love, Lao-Tzu and his Atlanteans would begin the Herculean
        task of dissasembling all the works of man. This had to be done in such a manner so as not
        to damage their beloved mother Gia. Then, a new green world will course its way through
        the land and sea. Thousands of Atlantean' ships surfaced and set off in flight to every city and
        industry for deconstruction.+

       
       




               
       
             
             
                 




         
       
       
         
       
       
       
       


     
     

     
     
       
   
         
     




         



   

   
                               
   
   




   

   
   


         
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