How's My Favorite Leprechaun?
Chief Thracian
(A True Tale From the Castro)
(c) 2001 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin
(Jehovah's Queer Witness)
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From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: Lucky
Date: Tue, 07 Aug 2001 11:10:56
Subject: How's my favorite leprechaun?
Hey, Lucky! Thinking of you with great affection and concern, of
course. This is only the second day after you left my place, but I
already miss you terribly, and want to tell you some important things
that come straight from my heart:
One is, of course, that I do love you with a great passion, which is
of the spirit far more than of the flesh. While you need to give me a
decent apology, before I'd feel comfortable about letting you stay
overnight...this does not mean in any way that I do not consider you
one of the most beautiful and amazing men I have ever met (if not *the
most beautiful and amazing). I believe you were testing me...to see if
when you throw a small temper tantrum, whether or not I respond
cruelly, possibly with violence. For I know the abuses you suffered as
a kid for many years, involved such terrors. But now you know that I'd
never raise my hand or voice against you, nor threaten you. So while
you can't stay overnight until you apologize, you certainly can visit,
and use my place for storage. I would also be glad to hang with you
outside, and show you a nice time.
You are so much like an angel of my dreams, who manifests before me,
to my delight and astonishment. I am that grateful to Our Creator, for
bringing us together. I told all my homeless friends that you are one
of the most wonderful and decent guys they could ever meet...and our
temporary parting is not a sign of any bad thing from you.
It is very sad and hurtful to not have you in my arms each night...but
that must be my price to pay, in order for your spirit to grow into a
man. I have come to bear your cross with you, my beloved leprechaun.
It is my great honor and treasure, to be the one to bring you home to
God's heart (and mine). Without you, I sleep with your Teddy Bear
William, who still bears some of the scent of your lovely hair. I miss
you so much: I miss your "Pikachu!" exclamation; your beautiful hazel
eyes; those sexy eyebrows and valiant smile; your fuzzy belly and
chest; your laughter; your sweetness; your soft breathing beside me in
bed, while my head rests on your tummy, listening to your gentle
heartbeat.
I miss nibbling on your juicy joystick through those black denim
jeans; peeling off those sexy boxer-briefs and diving for your
luscious basket in the twilight mist of early-early morning...and
feeling your gorgeous dick grow large in my mouth, and rock-hard in
seconds. I miss licking on your fuzzy belly and chest, your
back...skin so smooth like the finest candle wax, electric and salty
on my tongue. (Perhaps the wax dripped from the wings of Icarus when
he flew too close to the sun.)
I love everything about you, and all your lovely parts. You have a
great ass, and waist, legs, arms, shoulders! A face to die for, that
even angels would envy! Can you really wonder why I long to kiss you
on your lips, to part them and press my tongue against yours, in
sword-play, and taste the sweetness of your saliva, trickling down my
throat? Can you really wonder why I yearn to shower your handsome mug
with kisses; for you are so blessed with beauty wrought by God, that I
so honor you?
I dare not hide my love from you, in any manner...for it would be
blasphemous to do so; as your beauty of spirit and form are stamped
with Heaven's dignity, deserving no less than selfless admiration and
praise. And I am proud to humble my own self before you in this way,
for the honor of your presence touches my heart with such powerful and
benevolent magick. Surely, I am infinitely blessed to have held you in
my arms, even for a moment.
Wherever you are, know that I shower you with kisses and hold you
warmly in my arms, each and every night. When you are in danger, I
will appear to stand between your enemies and you...and drive them all
away.
I am writing this letter, in case we remain out of touch, because you
actually did leave San Francisco...and this is the only way I know to
contact you. I want you to know how dear you are to me, and to assure
you that my affections for you, Lucky, will always be on fire with a
passion as great as God for His Own Son (to put a Christian spin on
it).
Here is a poem just for you, my most beloved Good Buddy:
GONE by Ezekiel J. Krahlin
whatever happened to:
the sweet man whose kisses
lit up my night of nights
like a swarm of fireflies?
the brother of my soul whose embrace
surrounded my heart like a fortress
against all enemies?
the compassionate guardian whose gentle touch
chased away my every misery
like a can of raid to cockroaches?
---finis
I am so much in love, the heartbreak is total.
The beauty of this boy surpasses all imagination!
How can I not rejoice? For Allah has come to me, and loved me.
Allah is good! Allah is gay! Oh Great Adonai, you are the apple
of my eye.
Oh, Lucky, I know who you are! You are God's own Son: Lucifer!
Allelujah, for Gay Liberation has finally sprung!
Celebrate, oh my sisters and brothers, whom I lovingly call "Hellene":
for I, the Angel of Justice do strike down your enemies
with the sword of truth, my tongue,
which honors the man who types this prose:
Ezekiel Joseph Krahlin. Remember him well,
for He is the Savior we chose for you!
So be joyful, for your Liberator, Ezekiel,
is 100% devoted to our highest ideals!
And through his hands shall come our offerings
of peace and eternal life to all our suffering Hellenic children!
For as YHVH freed the Hebrews from Egypt,
by slaying the firstborn of every Egyptian family...
He will now strike down the firstborn of every gay-hating hetero!
And when this New Passover has fulfilled its mission,
there will remain not a single homophobe on the planet.
And YHVH--who is Randolph Louis Taylor in this life--
shall marry his son--who is Ezekiel Joseph Krahlin in this life.
It will be in the National Enquirer first...
but when it finally dawns on the mainstream media
that the National Enquirer has just published their first true
story...
their marriage will spread like wildfire into every household of
Amerika!
No milk carton will go untouched by a picture of
young Jesus's butt with caption: "Have you seen this boy"...
nor half of those will go untouched by a picture of YHVH's wanger,
with caption: "Have you seen this man".
Yes, folks, Jesus and Daddy are back, back in a Big Way...
and we Both say: "Screw those fuckin' heteros!"
So our mission is cut out for us,
and we expect every soldier to do his duty impeccably,
and without a twinge of fear.
In the name of all that is most sacred, most pure, most divine:
Strike down the demons at the root,
and separate the chaff from wheat!
Soon the bodies will pile up,
and then the big rats eat!
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Pennsylvania Dutch Gay Jesus says:
"Throw the hetero over the fence some hay."
-Zeke Krahlin, Chief Thracian
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