Jazzmin Flush (98)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (98)"
   
   Rascal didn't give a graveyard shit concerning the uncouth nature of the wolf--yet getting the telepathic overtones from Thomas, the spirited arctic wolf, him always mouthing about that darn, silly Wolf Totem and the remembrance of:  Loyalty.  Ultra-Fidelity and carnal castration of the blood-flowing human spirit; next, teaching Thomas reminded of sheer hubris, and the grander brilliance of the mega-loving Holy Spirit--if merged and having synergy and sophisticated linguistic bullshit like that; then, All Is Well, right?
   Regardless, coydog Rascal had intimate itch.  She knew that she was off--never belonging with Miss Jazzmin Flush and her freaky pack of pseudo-Saints and werewolves.  Whatever.  And Donald was a freaking old man--had she just noticed?  Like hindsight is 20/20.  Thomas reminding of Christ reminding:  "Be REMINDED of the Holy Spirit."  Put rocks together in the old days and they build radios and scanners, magic crystals, but Rascal knew there was a science to the magic.  Thomas and his Pre-Industrial Revolution Dogma of Doom concerning the denial of a Spirit God.  As a result, she pondered:  "Perhaps Thomas visited an android whorehouse in his adolescence?"  She knew he was dirty somewhere, and Jazzmin too.  As for Donald--a middle-aged gimp in the sack.  But what of her coypups?   And to give another bad example, being another stereotype of the trickster coyote--it was just pure bullshit.  Maybe go wolf?  The wolf and the coyote are in one another.  Get bigger?  More samurai as opposed to shadow-scattering shinobi?