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Good golly, it’s Marlon Brando back from the dead!

Now, most people know Marlon Brando from The Godfather.  Never having seen any of the Godfather movies, my memories of the brilliant actor come from a different genre of film entirely.  I will take no arguments from anyone when I say that his best film was Guys and Dolls.  In fact, there are many Brando fans who skip this film entirely.  Brando with Sinatra in a musical?  He’s lost his manhood!  Ack!  Never!  It takes a man’s man to remain manly in a movie rife with song and dance.

Why the sudden Brando rant, you ask?  Well, my #1 match of the morning could be mistaken as a close relation.  The cigar tucked into his headgear is reminiscent of Sky Masterson.

Ah, Marlon in a three-piece, wing-tips and fedora.  If I could have any man, that’s who he’d be.  Who cares if he runs a crap game in the sewers?  Any man who takes a girl to a Havana cantina on a first date gets a thumbs up from yours truly.  He married a goody two-shoes Salvation Army officer, didn’t he?  I am the 21st century version of Sergeant Sarah Brown.

If only 2sweet99 were Marlon (a.k.a. Sky Masterson). I’d have already been swept off my feet.

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The Choir of Infinite Voices

My mother got into my car the other day.  I turned it on and immediately music blared from the speakers.

“You were listening to it that loud?”  My mother asked once I’d turned it off.

“Yes.”

This incident got me thinking this morning.  I got in my car to drive to work and, again, music pumped out of the speakers rattling the air freshener hanging from my rearview.  The song was “In Your City” by Phil Wickham.   If you haven’t heard it yet, google it.

Oh the glorious day when we arrive
And Heaven’s gates are opened wide
All our fear and pain will fade away
When we see You
Face to face

Our Great and Awesome King
You will reign in brilliant light
Forever glorified
In Your city
And we
Your daughters and Your sons
Will see the kingdom come
In Your city

Love will rain and joy will have no end
When the saints go marching in
God we pray that You come soon
‘Cause we were made
To be with You

Our Great and Awesome King
You will reign in brilliant light
Forever glorified
In Your city
And we
Your daughters and Your sons
Will see the kingdom come
In Your city

When we’ve been there for ten thousand years
Our song will be the same
Praise to the One who has brought us here
Jesus is His name
Jesus is His name 

In a perfect moment made in heaven, I sang along and, as I looked to the west, a broad rainbow arched the expanse of the grey sky background.  In that instant, I imagined the choir of infinite voices gathered in the throne room of heaven singing Holy, Holy, Holy.

The sound of my car radio is no match for the sound of heaven.  Oh the glorious day when we arrive…  Oh to hear the angelic choir singing God’s praises and to be invited to join in.

holiday** : More than words

“She wore red, her hair flowed like water. I saw her smile and it shook my heart. Such beauty. It reminded me of a time long ago….”

Um… You’re a poet and don’t even know it or what?  This is part of a real profile from what I assume is a real person.  And that’s not all – it keeps going and going and going.  I am reminded of a pink bunny…

Save the lyrics for a song and the poems for a love letter.  What ever this is and where ever it came from only tells me that you’re not even creative enough to write your own profile or that you’re so bland that you’re embarassed to tell the world who you are and what you do.

This profile just gets lost in the abyss of random, wacky and the downright strange.  Not only will people stop reading after the first queer line, but they’ll most likely begin searching for someone who’s profile picture doesn’t look like they’re taking a leak.

Thank you holiday** for another lesson in how not to post a profile.  I appreciate your contribution!