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   "Crystalline Cool (29)"
   
   Duncan had made it to Santa Claus.  Standing on top of the glacial, icy snow, decorated in passionate red and with a beard to match the Northern terrain, the old man belly giggled quite lovingly:  "Ho! Ho! Ho!"
   Duncan was amazed and full of Christmas Joy, knowing the solitary Saint Nicholas was IN THE FLESH.  And as if with telepathy, Saint Nicholas transmitted into Duncan's inner ear:  "If a young man asks his father for a fish, will he get a serpent?  Not from a true Son of Man.  And you've been bullied Duncan.  They've walked all over you.  You contemplate suicide because you are lit up with the glow of green peace.  Well let me teach you son; moreover, come into my home, and I will show you all the wondrous willpower of the Saints suffering next to a bullied Christ, whom they murdered, but in return--we snatched SALVATION.  Truly, Christ's greatest suffering on the Cross was not His own corporeal pain, but watching His Immaculate Mother suffer."
   Duncan knew, all would be of good cheer for him as well as the mourning and merciful; plus, those poor in spirit.  

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   "Crystalline Cool (28)"

   The old leather man, pleased with his comical humility, loathing the forked tongue with its proud devotion to devilry, knowing every fancy car is food out of a pauper's mouth, raped, taken, abducted, infected by parasites from yeasty women, and all sorts of things; nonetheless, Dad knew Duncan had pursued the vision quest, without sex, as he was frigid, yet to return in an awesome green of fertility, as goes them myths so deeply rooted in truth, and Dad remembered when his other son, an estranged choad whose wife always visited privately, hoping to vacuum Duncan's countenance into her viper-like mouth full of false testimony, and soon, her carnal empowerment would equal a trans-vaginal mesh, which might not make her so popular with the basketball team anymore.
   The old man chuckled, alive with electric energy, knowing his innocence could not be mercurially thieved away by time travelers, for he would fight hard like an angry cock, or simply put on the private parts of Peter Pan, always being a boy of dreams, and no:  Captain Hook didn't die of jock itch, but hubris blown into him by despising his outer appearance, like dark gravity pulling him into the gator's swamp, yet some embrace their weird ways, like a sublime Swamp Thing smart enough to stray far from buxom breasts glistening in lascivious lake water.
   And as an Apache and true to the axiom that spirit animates all things, he spoke to Saint Joan of Arc, praying for his son to have some of that blue fire, the most intense part of the flame, and rise from the ashes, for even dust can be a martyr, like a Phoenix, in the sense that God can make anything happen, even the lineage of Kings to succumb to poverty, reflecting on the freedom of laughter, hugging a kitten, petting a tame dog, and training that beloved canine to only hunt the virtue of true love, with a bit of humor--even if they don't like it.
   So, Dad took out his cigar, cranked on the fire, and puffed away--what will you die of?  Yet Dad knew, nothing could kill a man beyond technology, if his spirit was with the wisdom of God.  

Crystalline Cool (27)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (27)"
   
   2 x 7 = 14.  Conception.  Forged in stone.  A Virgin.  Possibly 6,000 years ago axiomatically mentioned, before Ezra edited it all.  Crushing the adder.  Kicking the heel of a scorned moll.  Saint Catherine and the Miraculous Medal, wrapping her arms around an inviolate statue of remembrance, uttering:  "You are my mother now."  And the European Union Flag, showcasing that Miraculous Medal--possibly.
   Duncan, beyond the tree line.  Canis lupus arctos, standing in the glacial chill, unyielding.  The old man used to tell his son that we all have a black and white wolf inside of us.  The black wolf causes bullying, manipulation, bravado, arrogance, thinking the white wolf is weak.  The white wolf walks the Red Road, and if ever meeting another of his kind, never fearing, for they are brothers and sisters, submitting to the purity of snow.
   Duncan still hadn't found Santa Claus.  But the jingle was vibrating on a high frequency, singing to his beating heart.  And he could hear the magnanimous cool of sublime elves singing sweetly; indeed, he was on his way, laughing in remembrance of Saint Joan punching out a Scotsman for bringing unclean women along on a noble quest to save her homeland.  

Crystalline Cool (26)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (26)"
   
   2 x 6 = 12.  Duncan would continue the tradition his Dad had displayed to him since a child, which was:  THE PEE JAR.  Some people call it a honey bucket.  But while a jar may seem glassy and able to offer incision to the corporeal aspects--Duncan was cautious in his firm, symmetrical aim into the targeted position; indeed, he would always use a PEE JAR.
   So, knowing the old man needed a friend, he left Roadkill behind to nourish his father.  Too, he left the El Camino, never looking back.
   Able to spot the North Star, Duncan headed in that direction, so to speak.  Moving mountains with faith, believing in the merrymaking of isolation save the bliss of Santa Claus.  So, without taking anything, as commanded, he headed to the top of the world, finding his savory solace in the gravy of gift-wrapping, receiving his dowry, in a manner of speaking, as he became wed to Saint Nicholas in the most straight of arrow ways.
  Nothing like Old Saint Nicholas, and the mirth of a hot, female elf to bring about a new family unit, sparkling in the expensive ornamentation of true love.  

Crystalline Cool (25)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (25)"
   
   Duncan broke up or did rise towards a frigid state of cool culmination concerning Aimee.  The thought of her ever getting a creamy yeast infection freaked him.  Gave static between the ears; plus, didn't want it on the lack of jubilation he felt for his personal junk; still, he was properly glad to have been forged in God's Image.  Just didn't want it to stink with the possible toxicity of others.
   Like Saint Nicholas of Myra.  Secretly dropping gold bags down ancient chimneys.  A friendly ghost.  Being transfigured into Santa.  Duncan had those visions and dreams, being mystically made from his Dad's brilliant biology.  
   So, he preferred above the tree line.  Light-filled elves.  Santa.  Hot chocolate.  No noise save cheer and mirth.  Card games without competition.  Love.  
   And he laughed, remembering when Dad told him that unlike snowmen, snowladies have no snowballs.   
   Yup--Santa is the boss.  

1972 Plymouth Satellite Sebring Plus

   
   "1972 Plymouth Satellite Sebring Plus"
   
   Rarely driven--so the story goes; plus, available for under 4 grand in the year of 1972, this esoteric muscle car was and is alive with monstrous power, communicating muscularity to the best of them on the royal road.  Here are some specs--like this:
  
400 Cubic Inches.

Four-Barrel.

I Believe:  3-Speed, Automatic Transmission.

Typical of Muscle Cars:  Dual Exhaust.

Horses:  255.

Torque:  340 lbs-ft.

Quarter Mile Speed:  13 Seconds @ 98 Miles-Per-Hour.  

Revenge of the Jedi--1983?

   
   "Revenge of the Jedi--1983?"
  
   Originally titled:  Revenge of the Jedi, it was changed due to Lucas' wisdom concerning the fact that "revenge" is not the way of the Jedi; thus, we get:  Return of the Jedi.
   Jabba the Hutt is really slimy and freaky.  Luke has a newly forged weapon that glistens in sparkly green.  Lando redeems himself, and Solo the swashbuckler is alive again with humor--never to be frozen again.
   It came out on my brother's birthday during 1983--it was his last day of Catholic school during his sophomore year.  I was in the fourth grade at a Baptist school.  He got to see it first; nevertheless, we both saw it the day it opened.  Too, I saw it the next morning.
   Guardians of the Galaxy reminds me most of that past Space Opera.  It would be nice not to have had our innocence stolen by way of modern technology.  Spirit outshines machine.  Wasn't that the metaphor for the original Star Wars in the 1970's?  I saw that at least 10 times in Richmond, Virginia.
   Oh well, the droids are nice; hence, some computer stuff can be benevolent; still, hold onto that spirit of sublimity.  We all make mistakes like Lando.  And we all can find redemption like Lando.  

Crystalline Cool (24)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (24)"
   
   Duncan recalled, mentally, how his mother's cardiac issues brought about her corporeal demise; however, there was this one time when she simply went flatline; next, awoke minutes later, screaming about the luminous, white light with extreme cognizance.
   So, with Roadkill loyally at his side, having said his prayers for others, Duncan did humbly kneel, and said The Litany of the Holy Name of Jesus--like this:
  
LORD, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy.
Jesus, hear us.
Jesus, graciously hear us.
God, the Father of Heaven (have mercy on us),
God the Son, Redeemer of the world, 
God the Holy Spirit,
Holy Trinity, one God,
Jesus, Son of the living God,
Jesus, Splendor of the Father,
Jesus, Brightness of eternal Light, 
Jesus, King of Glory,
Jesus, Sun of Justice,
Jesus, Son of the Virgin Mary,
Jesus, most amiable,
Jesus, most admirable,
Jesus, the mighty God,
Jesus, Father of the world to come,
Jesus, Angel of great counsel,
Jesus, most powerful,
Jesus, most patient,
Jesus, most obedient,
Jesus, meek and humble of heart,
Jesus, Lover of Chastity,
Jesus, our Lover,
Jesus, God of Peace,
Jesus, Author of Life,
Jesus, Model of Virtues,
Jesus, zealous for souls,
Jesus, our God,
Jesus, our Refuge,
Jesus, Father of the Poor, 
Jesus, Treasure of the Faithful (have mercy on us),
Jesus, good Shepherd,
Jesus, true Light,
Jesus, eternal Wisdom,
Jesus, infinite Goodness,
Jesus, our Way and our Life,
Jesus, joy of Angels,
Jesus, King of the Patriarchs,
Jesus, Master of the Apostles,
Jesus, Teacher of the Evangelists,
Jesus, Strength of Martyrs,
Jesus, Light of Confessors,
Jesus, Purity of Virgins,
Jesus, Crown of all Saints,
Be merciful, spare us, O Jesus!
Be merciful, graciously hear us, O Jesus!
From all evil, (Deliver us, O Jesus).
From all sin,
From Your wrath,
From the spirit of fornication,
From everlasting death,
From the neglect of Your inspirations,
Through the mystery of Your holy incarnation,
Through Your nativity,
Through Your infancy,
Through Your most divine life,
Through Your labors,
Through Your agony and passion,
Through Your Cross and dereliction,
Through Your sufferings,
Through Your death and burial,
Through Your resurrection,
Through Your ascension,
Through Your institution of the Most Holy Eucharist,
Through Your joys,
Through Your glory,
Lamb of God, You Who take away the sins of the world, spare us, O Jesus!
Lamb of God, You Who take away the sins of the world, hear us, O Jesus!
Lamb of God, You Who take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us, O Jesus!
Jesus, hear us.
Jesus, graciously hear us.

Crystalline Cool (23)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (23)"
   
   The old man wasn't as dumb as he played.  Back in the day, they referred to him as the "Little Wolf."  Of course, the Wolf Totem is minor, yet the Coyote's Totem is infinite, and if tame and domesticated; next, from everlasting to everlasting.  Though, as Blake knew:  "The fox condemns the trap, not himself."  Still, the old man liked being tame nowadays.
   As Duncan and Roadkill slept, the Apache native puffed away his prayers outside, a bit swayed and pleased in his bizarre yet mercy-ridden child; plus, he liked the dog.  
   The old man looked at the glimmering glow of the big neon cheese--her being a metaphorical matriarch that highlights the night sky.  Tonight:  Beaver Moon, so high above, hung by the hands of God Himself.  And though Duncan was merely a half-breed, the old man adored the boy, him ornamented in wisdom, maintaining strength through the family's trials; moreover, that his son had acted and spoke on the powers of Kings, such as Solomon, knowing:  "Hearken unto your father that begat you, and despise not thy mother when she is old.  The fear of the LORD is to hate evil:  pride, arrogance, and the evil way, and the fraudulent mouth do I hate."
   So, after extinguishing his cigar's burning cherry, he who was once a Chief strolled into the humble habitat, and while the boy and dog slept, the once honored Chief made a bowl of Lucky Charms, knowing that even the Irish were hated by many men.  

Crystalline Cool (22)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (22)"
   
   Duncan didn't become united with the Franciscans--in a technical way; regardless, he would pursue his quest to love the Earth and all that does dwell therein, as well as perpetually praying for those in Purgatory's cuffs.  So, the old man asked him:  "Gonna go after Aimee and mate with her?"
   Duncan quoted King Solomon's Proverbs, as it goes, saying:  "A quarrelsome wife is as annoying as constant dripping on a rainy day.  Stopping her complaints is like trying to stop the wind, or grasping olive oil with your hand."  
   The old Apache laughed; however, controlled the lovely thunder in his belly, vociferously and curiously probing:  "Don't you and Aimee get along?"
   Duncan with:  "Of course.  But people wear masks to get what they want, or keep what they have."
   The old man asked:  "What does your gut tell you?"
   Duncan spoke with wisdom, saying:  "Only trust the head and the heart."
   Then, Dad lit up a monster cigar, puffed his prayers Heavenways; moreover, started laughing with his belly again.  Duncan joined in, the twosome never denying their heritage, yet smart enough to always act in accordance with the merge of humanity.  

Crystalline Cool (21)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (21)"
   
   Duncan and his Dad lived somewhere between Apache and Medicine Park, Oklahoma.  They were happy.  Getting by.  Having that loving father and son synergy.  It was a sweet kiss on the cheek from the sublime angels and saints.
   Anyway, the old man had a surprise for his laboring son.  He had invited members of the Third Order of Franciscans to the house.  Wanted to see if his son would get involved.  Go on an idealistic crusade.  Dismiss Aimee, or keep her and produce.
   The Third Order didn't necessarily require traditional vows; however, things like a scapular could be worn, and as an Apache, Dad knew that Saint Francis and his holy resound were in touch with Mother Earth--a magnanimous thing.
   So, the old man lit up a cigar.  Rubbed his own shoulders through meditation and spirit.  Knew Duncan was and always will be just like Popeye the Sailor Man.  I am what I am.  Not into corporate greed and the glimmering gold that came along with it.  A nice humble life, in touch with the supernatural events of all eternity.  Gotta eat that spinach and get your iron.
   Duncan awoke.  Roadkill alongside him, wending their unique way into the old man's scenario of situating himself on the sofa with his green tea.  There, Duncan and the dog greeted the old man, him puffing away perpetually, always praying--without ceasing.
   After Duncan fed and watered Roadkill, he fixed himself some tea as well; next, took a seat next to the old man, his Dad saying:  "We have visitors coming today.  Yes, you are infused by the Holy Spirit, and though it says to never put God to the test, you will be given a quiz today."
   Duncan was like:  "Oh Dad--what did you do now?"
   The old man smiled; then, said:  "We should play it cool.  For now, it's time to watch some Barney Miller reruns."
   Duncan rubbed his head in a state of stress; regardless, he was happy to have the love of a father, and the loving licks of a holy hound.   

1957 Chevy

   
   "1957 Chevy"

   We've all had dreams concerning this auto icon; specifically, hearing the Arch-Angels sing:  "I'm feeling kinda heavy, like a '57 Chevy!"  Or did I pick up that communicative, blue-hued song from another source?  Regardless, this is an American Classic.
   In George Lucas' American Graffiti, a film that I believe arrived around 1973, we observe a young Harrison Ford piloting a 1955 Chevy, it mean in Midnight-Black, and having plenty of torque coming out of the hole; moreover, we meet the character Toad, a hot chick telling him:  "Peel out; I love it when guys peel out."
   And during my adolescence, us uncouth rednecks believed the STOP sign to be a mercurial acronym for:  SCRATCH TIRES ON PAVEMENT.  And we did.  But none of us possessed the cool of a 1957 Chevy.
   Here are some specs and performance levels from the:
   "1957 Chevy Bel Air Sport Coupe, 283 Corvette Ramjet"
  
RWD--manual 3-speed gearbox.

283 Cubic Inches.

Twin-Barrel Carburetor.

290 lb-ft torque.

An approximate 270 horses.

0-60:  8.2 Seconds.

Quarter Mile Drag:  16.7 Seconds.

Top Speed:  120 plus mph.    

Reverie concerning "All in the Family"

   
   . . . Reverie concerning "All in the Family" . . .
   
   All in the Family was always observed in my Pap's household.  I didn't get the vibe of the humor as a little kid, but Pap sure laughed, puffing away on his charcoal-filtered smokes.  
   This one episode, Dingbat had made friends with a nice Hebrew gentleman, and of course--Archie doth protest.  Furthermore, she said his name was Mr. Cunningham, to which Archie corrected, saying:  "He's not Jewish then Dingbat, for a Jew can't have Ham in their name."
   Cunningham can be traced back to the British Isles, kinda/sorta having an Irish meaning, being taken from a personal name, and from a double diminutive of the Old Irish personal name Conn, possibly meaning:  Chief.  
   Hell, I don't know.  But the 1970's and 1980's sure had excellent television shows--in my opinion.    

Crystalline Cool (20)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (20)"
   
   Duncan and Roadkill returned home after the naked and aqua-charged innocence of a shower that involved washing Aimee's yellow hair with anti-dandruff shampoo; next, she had washed his black mane that was shortly cropped.  There was no kissing, for she had no LISTERINE, and Duncan didn't want to pick up any oral thrush from a possibly yeasty mouth.  Too, he did not become fully aroused, reminding himself of Saint Francis having walked down the road and encountered hot chicks; then, the Fool for Christ got a bit excited, but swiftly stripped himself naked and jumped into the thorn bushes before complete arousal--all for the glory of chastity.
   Anyway, when he entered his humble habitat, Roadkill thundering in first, the old man was puffing away on a blueberry-flavored cigar and reading a Green Arrow comic book.  At that point, Duncan knew not to tell Dad about his pseudo-carnal experience, for he didn't want to get "the business" from the Apache's sense of stoic humor; nevertheless, in touch with the Earth and all the vibrations of Her forever-fluxing energy, the wise Native elder knew something was, well, almost up, or had been, yet the old man kept his mouth silent, simply saying:  "Reading a 1980's comic about the Emerald Archer, Oliver Queen, when he was a destitute and bleeding heart, having that cool Robin Hood mustache and goatee, which did not connect.  Damn, wish I could grow facial hair.  And I'm not being gay here son, but Oliver Queen is a nice-looking man.  I guess I've always had a thing for blondes, and that's why I married your mother--her hair was as bright as gold."
   Duncan thought of Aimee's cascading blonde, shook it off, and sat down next to Dad on the sofa; next, he glimpsed at the collectible comic book, verbally offering:  "I'm fond of Captain America myself.  Truth, Justice, and the American way." 
   Dad snorted, stating:  "When freedom was a real gift.  Now the government spies on her own people, and religious freedom is being threatened.  Oh well, you cannot pour new wine into old wine skins, for the old wine skins will not be able to hold the new wine--did I get that kinda right?"
   Duncan was like:  "More or less.  But still, the Old Testament has its truth, and sometimes we have to fight and revisit in humble manner, like Mr. Miyagi knowing--wax on; wax off."
   The old man laughed, and kept puffing away, blowing a super-symmetrical smoke ring, that with prophecy, danced in completion and circular structure from the den into the kitchen.  

Head over feet with lyrics by Alanis Morisette

Crystalline Cool (19)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (19)"
   
   Duncan and Aimee hopped into the El Camino, Roadkill nesting in the truck portion; next, they cruised into the bruised and beaten down town, so small but strong in spirit, housing a variety of rednecks (some nice/some not), Native Americans, and all the colors of the promising rainbow.
   Duncan pulled the Royal Road ride of his into a coffee-shop parking lot, it exuding a slow ooze of poverty yet sublimity that birthed simplicity, and after exiting the vehicle, Roadkill intrinsically knew to stay grounded and keep guard.  So, the twosome swiftly walked like weird angels into the coffee shop where Aimee ordered a cup of java, hot and black; next, Duncan ordered some white tea with a kiss of spearmint.
   They listened as the other customers talked politics, being hypnotized by their electronic devices and social media accounts, and sincerely distracted from the reality of eternal life granted by a poor Rabbi.
   The guy behind Duncan angrily yelled into his pseudo-smart phone:  "Trump is an idiot.  The Clintons are crooks.  They got no damn hookers or massage parlors in this town--I can't take my life."
   Aimee broke the silence between her and Duncan, softly saying:  "If they only knew what Mary said concerning Christ--Her saying in the Good News to do what Her Son says."
   Duncan looked confused, but wasn't, asking:  "You know Scripture?"
   Aimee was like:  "I told ya--I've turned over the entire library in this town.  And just so you know--if you don't want to engage in intercourse, that's cool with me.  But maybe we could take a gentle shower and wash each others' hair."
   Duncan thought about it.  About innocent touch.  No temptation.  Saw the honesty in Aimee's eyes; indeed, it sounded like an innocent love-make; hence, he agreed.  And they heard Roadkill howling outside, turning their attention to the ignition of acceptance. 

Crystalline Cool (18)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (18)"
   
   Duncan got aboard his oxidized El Camino, Roadkill jumping into the truck section of the counterpoised automobile, and the young man piloted his way into the pastoral valley of it all, seeking out Aimee for honest conversation.  Upon arriving at her trailer park, he put the vehicle in park, cranked her off, and Roadkill howled announcement.  Almost immediately, Aimee exited her simple trailer, adorned in jeans, tennis shoes, and a lovely sweater that complimented her cascading blonde and emerald-green eyes.  They shined upon Duncan as he opened the El Camino's door and sauntered towards her lovely direction--they embraced, and she smelled of roses and internal beauty.
   Next, he became very direct, standing back and informing her:  "Aimee, I don't know if I'm ready for a carnal relationship."
   Aimee laughed with mere mirth and no wicked enchantment, just a simple, loving laugh, letting Duncan know that she adored him; then, she blurted:  "You're so much like the character Shaggy from Scooby-Doo--you and that dog of yours with the funky name."
   Duncan, clumsy in speaking, retorted:  "But I don't have a goatee."
   Aimee said:  "You could grow one."
   Duncan back with:  "I'm half Apache.  I'm not good at growing facial hair."
   Aimee laughed, hugged him to her chest, giggling the words:  "Oh Duncan, how I love your youthful spirit.  You are such a child, and it is a wondrous thing."
   Duncan blushed, and Roadkill gave a groovy howl.  

1983 Chevy Monte Carlo SS

   
   "1983 Chevy Monte Carlo SS"
   
   Not having the muscle car magazines of my adolescence, I'm putting these specs and performance levels together based on different resources; thus, there are facts here; however, approximations as well.  I was a bit disenchanted with this muscle car's performance; still, I would love to possess one, just for the sleek and symmetrical style of the vehicle.  Here we go:  
  
RWD--an automatic, with a 3-speed gearbox. 

5 liter, having overhead valves, and an 8-cylinder; moreover, 2 valves per cylinder.

Horsepower:  180.

Torque:  225 or 230 ft-lb.

0-60:  8 Seconds.

Quarter Mile Gallop:  16 Seconds.

Top Speed:  Theoretically, around 120 Miles-Per-Hour.   

Full Beaver Moon--November 14

   
   "Full Beaver Moon--November 14"
   
   This month's Full Moon will be a Perigee Moon (Super-Moon); specifically, totally close to Mother Earth, kinda/sorta beaming with the brightest luminosity concerning the Sun's radiant shine since 1948.
   Also known as the Beaver Moon to early colonists and certain Native Tribes, for it was time to tame the Beaver, getting as much fur for warmth as imaginable, before the glacial times approached; thus, some Native Americans referred to it as the Full Frost Moon.
   It's always sublime to appreciate the Heavens and make the Lord your refuge; otherwise, controlled and dominated by the sour axioms of the fallen.
   Binoculars, if you don't have a telescope, will allow for a luminous look at the Moon's surface, but even to the naked eye, this Full Moon, weather permitting, will be glorious to behold, outshining so many Super-Moons of the past.    

Dierks Bentley I hold on lyrics

1968 Camaro Z28

   
   "1968 Camaro Z28"
  
   Camaro in French is slang for friend; moreover, in pony-car talk, it kinda/sorta means:  Mustang Slayer.  Almost identical to the 1967 version, the 1968 Camaro has new rear-side marker lights; plus, a superior suspension.  Here are some approximate and totally accurate levels of specs and performance levels--here we go:
  
RWD--4-speed gearbox.

301.6 Cubic Inches.

Holley 4-barrel carburetor.  

Horses:  290.

Torque:  290 lb-ft.

0-60:  6.9 Seconds.

Quarter Mile Sprint:  15 Seconds.

Top Speed:  130 Miles-Per-Hour.

Crystalline Cool (17)

  
   "Crystalline Cool (17)"
   
   Duncan woke to the news, which was:  TRUMP!!!
   At that point, he knew anything is possible, and people do have a chance, from a certain point of view; still, he adored his duty as a poor kid, kneeling down, thanking God for the day--that is why we call it the present, for it is a gift.  And he recalled how much he adored the Virgin Mother, Her having said in Luke's Gospel:  "My soul doth magnify the Lord.  I shall be remembered for every and all generations."  Indeed, there has been more sightings of Her than Elvis himself.  On every corner in America there is a Virgin Mother statue, or image, which She predicted more than 2,000 years ago.  
   Furthermore, the reason he loved Her--because so many put Her down, not knowing Catholics don't worship Her, but honor Her, as She held the Living Torah in Her Blessed Belly, being the Ark of the Covenant, a Singular Vessel of Devotion, associated with the number 13--just ask Reagan's friend, Pope John Paul the Second, that Saint knowing all too well, and totally still alive in Christ.
   So, after his morning prayers, Duncan wended his way to the modest kitchen, finding Dad brewing some green tea; next, mixing it with the Stevia leaf and some cinnamon.  The old Apache Native said, in a probing manner to his bruised son:  "I'm not that up on the Book of Daniel, but doesn't it say that a leader will come from the North, and the South will be driven out; then, the East will get involved?"
   Duncan took some of the highly anti-oxidant tea, responding:  "Possibly."
   Dad then lit his cigar, blowing his prayers to the Celestial Heavens, and instructed his son:  "If you really want to be chaste, maybe you shouldn't corporeally gel with Aimee.  But no matter how great your sin--God's mercy is stronger."
   Duncan replied:  "All I know Dad, is that I love the Trinity and the Virgin; plus, the sublime Angels and Saints.  I'll cross the bridge concerning whether to make love or not when I approach it.  But for now, I'll keep digging ditches and praying for the souls in Purgatory."
   The old man with:  "It's a new day my loyal son.  Your sins are forgiven, for you are a weirdo of the most magnanimous kind, and like I told you before, I'm pleased with you, and if you continue being a ditch digger--be the best ditch digger you can be."
   Duncan smiled; next, Roadkill entered the kitchen, gave a wag of the tail, smiled some slobber, and urinated on the floor.  His Dad laughed, saying:  "Saint Francis still hasn't tamed this crazy, wily quasi-wolf.  You clean up the piss."
  Duncan kept smiling, saying:  "As Pynchon mentioned--every dog has his day, and a good dog just might have two."  Then, he knelt down and gave the loyal hound a kiss on the canine's furry head, telepathically telling the noble beast, pineal gland to pineal gland, that he adored those loving creatures that divinely walked on all fours, for there is nothing more faithful than a loving dog.   

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Crystalline Cool (16)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (16)"
   
   The angelic countenance of Aimee escorted Duncan, sweetly, and with the super suavity of Squirrel Girl beauty, which had control over the lesser mammals, out onto his backyard turf, where the bucolic beauty of Mother Nature did reside.  
   She gently asked him what you called drops of sweat on Dolly Parton's buxom abundance, to which he admitted that he didn't know.  She answered:  "Mountain Dew!  And no, I don't drink it like the garden-variety redneck; moreover, I don't want to get Mountain Dew mouth, which is more insidious concerning causing damage to the oral cavity than that of street meth."
   Duncan axiomatically surmised that she was much like his father, sharing his Native man's stoic humor, as the Native American had lost so much, yet shook it off with lovely levity, like a prancing gazelle does shake away the negative energy after surviving a cheetah's hungry pounce.
   Yet with her blonde mane of sunshine yellow, and eyes sparkling like green gemstones, she, from his empirical observations, appeared Northern European; next, he asked her if she had ever climbed the scholastic ladder of academia, and how far up.  She responded a bit ambiguously:  "General education is like every other garbage can, full of the same toxic nonsense.  People should be pushed into the path of their skills and talents.  So, I go to our local library, reading all of the books on metaphysics, nutrition, and of course, baseball history.  I guess that's why working at a burger joint brings me glee, for I get to put sage, oregano, turmeric, garlic, and other healthy stuff into our poor community's impoverished cows to help the herd of our people folk.  Too, I listen to the ball games on my headphones."
   Duncan grinned at her silly spirit, saying:  "You're plenty like my Dad."
   Aimee offered:  "That's not a bad thing.  Loving the Earth and laughing at yourself is health food for the soul."
  Duncan's face lit up, him really liking her victorious vibe.

Crystalline Cool (15)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (15)"
  
   Things were wending in a non-weird direction of late for Dad and Duncan.  Reruns on the black and white, cigar smoke, stoic humor from the old man, as usual, and Roadkill finally pooping outside instead of on the hardwood floors; moreover, Duncan's labor and prayers were pointing the compass North, to the loving allegory of a motherly Earth.
   Yet, just went they were about to dig deep into their HUNGRY MAN  microwave dinners, with a fresh spinach salad to keep their bodies strong and have a non-calcified state of neurology--an angelic, meek knock came at the front door, and Roadkill resisted the smell of people food, sprinting the small distance to investigate, Dad hollering:  "It's open."
   Duncan was like:  "Dad, we don't know who it could be out here in the country."
   His Dad responded:  "I like surprises half-white boy."
   Next, the door opened ever so sweetly, and it was like a choir of angels began to sing as Aimee entered with her bright, toothy smile, Roadkill sitting down and smiling back at her with friendly and benevolent canine incisors. 
   Duncan's face blushed bright red, him blurting:  "Aimee, what are you doing here?"
   Dad shot a verbal arrowhead:  "That's no way to talk to a spirit-filled princess of the pastoral world."
   Aimee swung her cascading mane of yellow hair behind a pink sweater, her emerald-green eyes locked upon Duncan's chocolate-brown orbs, SURPRISE truly written over his face.
   She elegantly voiced:  "I don't want it to be over Duncan.  You're the sweetest guy I've ever met out in theses parts; plus, you never made a pass or an ass out of yourself--so gentle and tender you truly are--it can't end between us; specifically, it has to begin."
   His Dad interjected:  "Young boy needs blossoming flower, not old leather man."
   Duncan said wisely:  "You got that from the Karate Kid  movie Dad."
   Dad lit up a smoke, saying:  "Mr. Miyagi knows shit boy."  

1968 Shelby GT 500 KR

   
   "1968 Shelby GT 500 KR"
   
   Ford had done it again--forging maximum muscle by way of Shelby genius.  This KR model, meaning:  KING OF THE ROAD, was equipped with a free-flowing exhaust for superior outtake; plus, numerous hood scoops and vents for high intake power.  Coming in an immaculate white and highlighted in the goodbye communication of a galloping pony-blue; moreover, having a rollover bar inside as an interior shield--this is the ultimate muscle car--here are some specs:

428 Cubic Inches.

440 pounds-foot torque.

Horses:  335.

0-60:  5.4 Seconds.

Quarter Mile Run:  13.9 Seconds.     

Wheaten Terrier Totem

   
   "Wheaten Terrier Totem"
   
   From Ireland--and if you can't afford the Irish Wolfhound, you purchase a Wheaten Terrier, known as the Poor Man's Wolfhound.  This dog, like all terrier types, is great at pulling rats out of the bushes; moreover, as in Bram's Dracula, many terriers are put in a room to destroy all venomous vermin.
   Wheaten Terriers are prone to come to their owners in dreams.  Showcasing fertility and an abundance of protection; also, according to some canine experts, they are the most loving dogs, only rated behind the Golden Retriever.  Born a chocolate brown, Wheaten Terriers evolve into a white, almost wheat-like color; hence, the name Wheaten Terrier.  And while they eagerly hunt any vermin, they are great sheep dogs too, almost appearing as such, using their furry camouflage to blend in with the herd, and yet herd them as well.
   This is a benevolent beast, eager to great, treating you like you're their long lost friend from yesteryear.  They do pounce, but in a playful manner.  Overly social and protective of their masters; however, forgiving to the end.
   Here are my observations of the Wheaten Terrier for a decade:

*  Loyalty
*  Devotion
*  Leadership
*  Playfulness
*  Forgiving
*  Guardians
*  Security
*  Hungry bellies
*  Hypoallergenic 
*  Sturdy and Agile 

   Too, usually having a cropped tail, and still today, out of tradition, for the British put a tail tax, so the story goes, on Irish hounds--so, being divinely stubborn, as are plenty of the Irish--they simply cropped the Wheaten's tail so as to not pay the tax.   

Crystalline Cool (14)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (14)"
   
   Duncan's Dad was having a twinge, or more, of guilt.  While his son had stood steadfast during his mother's illness, the old man had run at first, phobic concerning the negative energy of it all, yet returned before the end, helpfully holding his wife's wilting body in his loving arms; nevertheless, that initial lack of courage had haunted him, of recent, in his dreams, making him lose a bit of his stoic, Native humor, and once again--guilt was upon him.
   All the old man did was imbibe chocolate milk, which fueled him with more girth and nutrition; plus, chain-smoke cheap cigars; regardless, he still felt like he was near death.  So, as it goes, the Native man went out into the woods behind the house, laid there for days--no food and no tobacco, waiting to die.
   Duncan was worried and concerned about his Dad's absence, but had witnessed it before; thus, kept digging ditches in isolation save the company of the loyal Golden Retriever dubbed Roadkill; still, he was weirdly worried.
   Then, in a state of mystical dreams, Duncan felt contacted by Saint Roch, the Patron Saint of dogs and the falsely accused, knowing the Saint too had once went out into the woods to die after contracting the plague; therefore, Duncan went hunting.
   With Roadkill's nose on the prowl, he followed the holy hound into the woods, finding his father naked and dwindling to death, uttering prayers in his Apache language.  Immediately, Duncan knelt down next to his father, and assisted by Roadkill's licks of love that made his father's spirit shine, Duncan gave the old man some distilled water from a bottle he was carrying, and within minutes, the old man's spirit of glee and humor jumped back into him, his voice offering:  "Saved by a noble beast and a ditch-digging son, but I don't see a dilemma here.  Heck, we should go back into the house and watch some Barney Miller  reruns."
   Assisting the old man to his feet, Roadkill's tail wagging, the dog pleased with itself--the threesome made their way home, brewing up some green tea with the Stevia leaf, and indeed, Barney Miller metaphors brought the family to laughter and life, resurrecting the test for the quest.  It was all cool.  

Crystalline Cool (13)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (13)"
   
   Duncan awoke in a heavy dripping of fear beads.  A nightmare; specifically, mean girls singing to him, calling him a dunce.
   He sought out his father's wisdom, on the cigar, puffing away as he observed the black and white, always with the fertility of rabbit ears.  He told the old man his vicious dream.
   Dad stated:  "The vibrations of capitalism saying you should be ashamed for not building their wicked castle.  So, make your fears phobic concerning you.  Show them the true, diligent serf.  Walk through the valley of the shadow of death, and--LIGHT IT UP!!!!  People fear the number 13, a trickster god, him the thirteenth born, but the icy yet fertile Virgin always comes on the 13th.  The trick is on those who merge with the machine, stealing away man into the abyss of no imagination."
   Duncan thought he felt better.  Next, found Roadkill, and the holy hound licked his metaphorical wounds till they sparkled, shining into a state of better health.  

Sister Cabbage

   
   "Sister Cabbage"
   
   When you're considered a cabbage, people attach things to you that sometimes belong, missing the unseen, and seeing the unseen, though not knowing if they do or not--pure puzzlement.  Like with Blake--was he a crank or a master of poetic mysticism?  And look at Francis Bacon, him really being Shakespeare, as might a cabbage say.
   They read you without merit--in a state of being under the bumfuzzle of it all.  
   So, Sister Cabbage read not the dictionary, but loved her thesaurus, while her college roommates would drink heavy spirits and get naked; next, into tickle fights, she would be finding a new way to order a chicken sandwich at the drive-thru, saying to the clown face:  "I'll have a yellow belly sandwich, and make it grilled, not fried."