Existence Womb (19)

   
   "Existence Womb (19)"
   
   Miriam cycled her way to the joy of the junkyard, enjoying her labor-like duties, the company of skinny Mr. Pewter, and adored pillaging for pieces of metal that offered her slight metaphysical protection, knowing there was an alien or government implant behind her right ear where the missing patch of her raven-black hair mysteriously used to be--unless it was asymmetrical balding, but her iron levels were good according to her last blood count, and she suffered no type of anemia that caused hair loss--or so her doctor had informed her, but again:  In the leading causes of death in America, physician and nurse error is always at the top of the list--them hungry for sex, gladiatorial sports, cold six-packs, and benzos to easily drift off into dreamland, that sometimes teleports you to the Astral Plane or even the 5th Dimension, depending on your alignment with the Web of Wyrd as weirdly woven by the mystical Nornir--then knowing:  Bravery is truly salvation.  Though what observant Jew or Muslim would indulge in eternal pork chops served by Valkyrian blondes belted by honey-brewed beer. 
   Anyhow, as Miriam easily propped up her light-weight 50cc scooter on its phallic-appearing kickstand, Mr. Pewter sauntered over with mirth in his squinty Roy Rogers eyes, offering the Spirit of Christmas, as Yuletide had arrived, saying:  "Little girl, I think I got something behind those rusty AMC Javelins, which you might like."
   Miriam immediately knew what he was mentioning, having explored the entire junkyard as had the scavenger Rey explored her entire geographical area in STAR WARS.  So, she blurted out with excitement and girly glee:  "You mean that old motorcycle?"
   Mr. Pewter with:  "It's yours honey--just needs a little TLC and can get rolling; plus, that's no ordinary bike--it's a 1988 KLR 250cc, the kind Chuck Norris used in that movie, THE DELTA FORCE, with old, crazy Lee Marvin and Robert Forster as the mad Muslim Abdul Rafai--though I'm not voting for Trump, and don't mind me a bit of American diversity.  And did you know, the suavely cool Mr. Forster played in Quentin Tarantino's JACKIE BROWN--a rip off of Elmore Leonard's cult-like 1992 classic book entitled RUM PUNCH?  But like you, Tarantino is an autodidact--done some book-learning on his own, ya know.  And Elvis wasn't into no book-learning."
   Miriam's glee was explosive, becoming boyish, her blurting:  "How fast is the KLR 250cc?"
   Mr. Pewter with:  "Hell--it'll run way past 90 if you push it."

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   The sometimes called "Men In Black" were in Dr. Luke's office, uninvited, but American government spooks don't really give a shit about the Bill of Rights or being kosher.  They bluntly informed him of Miriam's surgical implant, and that they could hear everything; moreover, control her, if it would come to that, and that she needed to be a normal adolescent thing, getting laid, smoking dirt weed, find a Bush League College, and be a regular part of society, not some quasi or real-life Messiah of sorts.  Dr. Luke was obedient to their pistol-packing intimidation, but when they exited, he whispered to the Abrahamic God of King David and Christ Himself:  "Like hell.  She'll learn to kick the shit outta reptilians, reveal the truth, and find time to rest normally without the cruel Sleep Paralysis."  Next, he vowed to himself that he'd die before anything happened to her, repeating the cinematic mantra of HARLEY DAVIDSON AND THE MARLBORO MAN:  "It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncool."