Existence Womb (17) Junkyard Virgin

   
   "Existence Womb (17) Junkyard Virgin" 
    
   Miriam was far away from the mire-pulling reptilians for the day, escaping the gravity of resonating Sleep Paralysis, and the daystar was illuminating, bragging of Dagaz, the Nordic Rune tattooed on Balder's divine tongue, frosted by wisdom and sunshine, before the trickster and mistletoe ended him until the sublime sprawl of vegetative rebirth.  Anyway, Miriam was working on newer models of automobiles, pulling them to pieces for scrap sales under the guidance of the nice and lonely Mr. Pewter, him never loose with his tongue, giving up any personal information.  The day was to be of sunshine and enlightenment; however, her ex-boyfriend and his wicked aura of reptilian black magic fused into him by a sinister physician father pulled into the junkyard's entrance.  Tommy, strutted forth from his shiny Audi, engaged the humble Mr. Pewter in a brief conversation; next, approached Miriam with a diabolical smile of sorts, snorting:
   
TOMMY
Well, it looks like the junkyard virgin found a home--get used to your poverty drop-out.  You'll never be another Timothy Leary.  

MIRIAM
What do you want Captain Scum?
   
TOMMY
A satellite radio pulled from one of the newer Audi models.  The dealership didn't have any, and I figured I'd get it from the scourge of the Earth--people like you, unwilling to get laid and be somebody in life--and it's such a shame, for you were quite the beauty adorable Miriam.
  
MIRIAM
The Father of Lies is your Old Man.

TOMMY
My old man is wealthy.  And a genius.  He forecast your fall from American Capitalism and sanity.
   
MIRIAM
Reading the Bhagavad Gita I know you're in error concerning life.  For it gives the answer to real life--which you have not.  The Blue-Hued Krishna wanted Prince Arjuna to go into battle, but the Prince was phobic for many reasons concerning the art of war; regardless, Krishna wisely informed him concerning the answers to life:  "You must always do what is RIGHT regardless of reward or consequence."  You see Tommy, you're building up some bad karma babe.  If doing the right thing gets you killed or impoverished you are blessed--don't you see.  It takes a divine giant-slaying Smurf to teach lessons, lessons you'll never learn in school since religion is forbidden.  So, go ahead, bite me, you have no fangs of immortality--in fact, stay stupefied as you are my dear--it matches your 200 hundred dollar haircut.