The Milky Way Brothers (19)

   
   "The Milky Way Brothers (19)"
    
   With a "Celebrate the Pomsky" stamp, Gloin snail-mailed a sloppy letter to his Dad, Cherish's pink-hued lipstick sealing the envelope.  It read:

   So what if we're hanging out with derelict beasts.  The poor.  Dingalings.  The unwanted.  Girls known as ashtrays.  Those afflicted.  There is an arch-angel for the afflicted.  Tobias knew.  I know.  People want it.  Success, Bush League diplomas, gold teeth--they test well socially, of course.  That's all they got.  So, I'm making love to an ashtray.  She kisses me with honey.  Wants to belong.  Loyal and suspicious of traps.  Needs freedom.  Just more phony success in America.  Linear.  Normal.  Impressing with Village People ornamentation in this short life before the ultimate ignition, which is death.  Money.  The dollar is God to us.  He who dies with the most wins.  My girl smokes Camels.  Doesn't inject the eye of the needle.  She's weird.  Herod thought Christ weird.  Orson Welles was weird.  Was supposed to be the voice for Darth Vader.  And I know you're real sick Dad.  The American Government considers many sick people criminals if they take   nature's medicine.  We'll get it Dad.  Make the score.  Shake the bushes--oh God--I feel so guilty for dirty lovemake.  Moist lovemake.  Damn't Dad--she's got ripe mammary glands!!!  
       They bounce something awesome too.   Pope Francis anchored down on American turf yesterday.  Like Saint Francis, maybe his presence will tame some wolves. 
   
  Gloin