Jazzmin Flush (17)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (17)"
  
   Jazzmin Flush awoke to a lovely mouse kiss from Swiss; next, washed liked the Holy Tobias, though with a simple sponge, using mint on her chompers and in the heavenly strands of her golden, kinda dirty-blondish hair.  Then, her holo-phone sang to life, and Thomas, in his Scooby-Doo boxers was weirdly standing there.
  
JAZZMIN FLUSH
What's up Thomas?

THOMAS
I know they still wanna kill me, and I'm a bit sad about the entire dilemma of such a sinister pickle.
   
JAZZMIN FLUSH
Relax--don't do it, when ya wanna puke it.  Giggles at her own goofy.  Regardless, they always want to kill smarter, better looking, and especially nicer people--it's the way of the sea hag and their vampiric mates--them trolloriffic.
  
THOMAS
It doesn't make me feel better.  Where's Jesus?  Utopia could exist if everybody used sports and cerebral gaming to cool their crazy.  At least now I know why the blessed Arch-Angel Gabriel gave the gift of literacy and the Koran; sometimes you wanna beat the shit outta the nasty.
  
JAZZMIN FLUSH
But the Holy Spirit gave the New Testament too, and Her people are instructed to absorb the negativity, morphing it magnificentways.  We're all a Holy Family--whether we fight or use the Good Ghost to absorb the negative flux of a wicked adder hacking into God's own creation, just to spite the Boss.

THOMAS
Yup--I'm ready for some Jesus about now.  Totally ready.