The Saints of John's Two-Mass: The Saints of John Thomas

By Danny Gayle

When I read that John makes straight the way for the lords of life to come before him. I thought this passage was referring to the late "straight-shooting" senator John McCain. That was my asinine assumption until I saw President Barack Obama use the name and tall stature of his secretary of state to figuratively demonstrate to the entire world that his tall John is Kerry.As I watched the Kerry moon washing its tone white with a D-crescent to reveal the hunchback moon-child on fortnights before restoring its dark tone with a C-crescent. I felt the need to scour the town of Washington DC to home in on the late John Adams, he second US president to to rule over many a damsel in distress from the temptation of the biblical snake.Please uncoil like a snake and join me on this literary journey to watch Merlin, magically mimic the Moon Roe, by pulling a jack rabbit like John Kennedy, from the rich man's upside down tall tan hat.To ken why all gracious Johns rise and fall, like the Kennedys rise and fall, I had to contract the help of detective John Shaft, the hardest working dick on the force to copulate and place the pole's icemen therein his piss toll on the streets, like bullets from his pistol.Detective John Shaft, discovered detective John McClane shouting, "Yippee ki-yay motherfucker" with a cocked gun that goes off bang-bang and shoot 'em up in air-ports, like a clan of macs in his piss toll.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tellwell Talent
• Release date: Apr 26, 2024
• ISBN: 9781779416827

Danny Gayle

Born in Jamaica and residing in Toronto, Canada, Danny Gayle, a.k.a. D'we the Artist, is a self-taught visual artist, poet, writer, father, grandfather and counting. As a visual artist, D'we sees himself playing the role of the mirror on the wall that is the fairest of them all to reflect truth whenever his paint or ink hits the canvas or paper.website: matumbiartsinc.com

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The Saints of John’s Two-mass

Table of Contents

Prologue

Inner Network of Anansi’s World Wide Web

King James Bond

John’s Saint’s Odyssey to Hew Man

The Many Hats of John Thomas

Native Land That Receives Our Wood and Water

Political Scholarship

The Barrister Solicits Courtship

The Director’s Chair

Ambient Music to Muse IC

Wrap Up the Icon Dom Like a Condom

About the Author

Prologue

Peace and love, one and all. Let me start by being crystal clear like spring water. Throughout this book, I, D’we the Artist who also goes by the nickname Danny Dread, shall start by breaking the word diary apart into syllables to read as di—Ary so you and I can extract the hidden meaning of two superiors, since di means two and the name Ary means superior.

The above exercise was done right off the bat to reveal to one and all that there exists a hidden language within this very scrapbook of languages we speak known as English. And to also introduce you properly to the many, many aliases of John’s Two-mass otherwise known to the British as John Thomas, the jocular phrase for a penis and twin-balls.

I have also included the reasons why I chose to grab hold of John and Two-mass in the palm of my hand and document how they deceptively appear to us across the wide spectrum, in this daily diary of mine I only grace with frankness. This is after realizing the male’s Gonads and the female’s Ovary create Descendants in three trimesters to form the acronym G.O.D. the Trinity.

To be frank-in-sense like the pictorial writings that are frank—on—stein (stone) tombs walls of Nubia and Egypt. Straight off the bat like a home run, I must state that I am a philos of Sophie; this means I am a lover of knowledge. And the "philosophy" I am most interested in is the oral and pictorial diction of my forefather Ary, whose nickname is Stolte, meaning proud.

Under no circumstances should Ary the Stolte be confused with Ari-stotle. For clarification, Aristotle was a European Philosopher, and my forefather Ary was a Congo Guru.

I inherited a snippet of my forefather’s scattered diction via the lessons I learnt from the World Wide Web of Brer An—an—si, the original Spi—Der—man and the greatest overseeing guru of them all.

Long ago in African mythology and way before the internet, Brer Anansi the SpiDer was the supreme trickster to the Akan people from West Africa, namely Ghana. Contrary to being a trickster, Anansi kept my mind from ending up in limbo with my limbs bowed in prayer like preys, just by schooling me to adopt the philosophy that it is not knowing that keeps us going.

This simple philosophy of mine is affirmed by the fact that the universe is infinitely unknown to accommodate all future explorers and their discoveries.

Once I took the supreme being cap off my endless thoughts and adopted the above philosophy, I found the zeal to grab hold of my John Thomas and started to explore the fullness of this land under the guiding light of our closest neighbor the Negro moon (●) that eclipses the Rainbow Sun (o) to produce the Dark Umbra (I).

The moon’s solar eclipse is an infinite wonder and these two balls in the sky we can all see with our naked eyes templates the symbol for infinity (∞) and the number eight (8). The number eight correspond to the letter h that spells heaven and hell. Heaven and hell are two unknowns sold to the masses to keep us in line by telling us to fear the hellish fire of the sun god Helios and the heavenly demonstration of the moon goddess Hecate, within an infinite universe that is made up of about seventy percent dark matter.

The umbra or letter I is a by-product of the solar eclipse, and it represents I the male beginner of all new Individuals. This is supported by the name Ity that act as a suffix at the end of the word in—fin—ity, and it means end or start.

I then used the above knowledge of my Akan forefathers from West Africa and Akkadian forefathers from Iraq and acted like a true Academician thus concluded that An the sun and An the moon eclipse to form the SI unit or rather the "system international unit" that sires most of the knowledge that is manifested here on earth by Brer An—an—si, the SpiDer.

Case in point, whenever the moon eclipses the sun, it provides us with our end cycle payday that most likely inspired the word Encyclopedia. One of those payments is provided in my sketch below, where An the gracious sun templates the head of the spider and An the gracious moon templates the spider’s abdomen and the umbra represent the Silk, the spider spins.

Eclipse & SpiDer

From the template of the moon’s solar eclipse that manifested the SpiDer Anansi to our forefathers a long time ago, I went ahead and used the same heavenly template, which is the solar eclipse to extract the math formula of 0+0=1 umbra that stretches all the way down to the ground where I stand.

I have always been told that math is the only true language simply because one plus one equals two in every language. Therefore, since numbers never lie like words, I felt fortunate to have discovered this natural formula of 0+0=1 or rather in plain English a negative plus a negative equal a positive umbra from the two balls in the sky. Whenever the two balls above eclipse, they also template the two testes-of-men and the by-product umbra templates our John that makes straight the way for the lords-of-life in our cojones to arise at climax. This is the reason why most believers look up to the sky to receive some form of blessing or answer from their male god or deity.

Since it is irrefutable that the male’s John makes straight the way to propel the lords-of-life on a one-way odyssey into the womb of our mother goddesses where we hew man (create man) anywhere from seven to ten months, I have chosen to embark upon this biological journey to uncover the many aliases bestowed upon the spermatic saints of John’s Two-mass, located in the male’s hang-low sack. I am inviting you the reader to come along and bear witness as I use the name John that is bestowed upon public figures by their parents in the most respectful way possible to highlight the subtle reoccurring theme of procreation.

Even though this is a biological mission, I will be using our geological map and the astrological cycle of the moon and its dogmatic fortnight procreation to demonstrate that our biology is laid out all over the globe in the names of countries, their capitals, provinces, parishes, and famous cities. Which demonstrate that no man is an island by himself but rather a part of the whole, as the writer John Donne stated.

Inner Network of Anansi’s World Wide Web

Once I made the informed conclusion that An the sun and An the moon make up the SI that unites ecliptically to form the penumbra and umbra we learnt about in physics, I went back to the religious school via the inner network of Anansi’s World Wide Web of liars and soothsayers. To draw the similarities between the pen ombre (writer) who dictated to men on earth who then wrote the doctrine about the ombre Jesus who came to save life from extinction like all newborns do at birth.

Once I came to the realization that we were all saviours of life at birth, which means the "Christ is us," as affirmed by the original name Khrirstos (extracted from the creation of life hieroglyph), thereafter for some strange reason the lamb of god began to swirl around in my head like a tornado before settling on the knowledge about the shadowy figure of the umbra-type-ombre that came upon the nursery rhyme Mary. Suddenly, I became woke to the mystery of immaculate conception that can only be achieved via a woman’s monthly period.

Yah, weh I mon really a seh is unnuh better put on unnuh black thinking cap and adjust the crescent brim to think because when the shadowy figure of the unknown ombre came upon the nursery rhyme Mary, she reminded me of little Miss Muff—it who sat on the lap of Mr. Tuff—it. She then ate his curds and whey before the Spider Anansi came along and sat down beside her and frightened Miss Muff—it away so all could