Jazzmin Flush (94)--Blue Ninja

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (94)--Blue Ninja"
   
   Fredrica's mundane life was again:  "Yup, I'm making tacos."
   Her brother Thomas and Jazzmin too--all with their "whatever" and having dramatic fun, while she was the only greasy, low-income worker.  Felt kinda Republican about it.  Not that Jazzmin and Thomas weren't eloquently divine in nature; plus, enduring spiritual lycanthropy and asexual golden-gloom.  But, Fredrica was mad.  Felt like:  YOU'RE NOT INCLUDED!!!  
   So, Fredrica wrangled the chicken and spicy ranch into the soft taco shell--it the new rage of cheap chow product.  Sad.  But no.  A dark wave of melancholy mutating her somber and suicidal for ALL the heck in Earthly existence; next, Girthy Gilda manifested from the incorporeal realm, bolding with spectral  brilliance, declaring:  "Don't be a wilted wussy Fredrica.  Look at the "Urban Dictionary" on that antique Internet thingamajig.  See what it claims about blueninja--an overly obese manifestation of great girth in the macho male member when the owner of that incarnate equipment sees some luscious lass.  Heck, it made me laugh burps.  And I'm kinda ghostly; plus--in heaven.  Just--love yourself Fredrica, at least for once in your taco-making life.  And, I love ya.  Always."