Amphibology Adal (2)

   
   "Amphibology Adal (2)"  
   
   Out in the Idaho plains, carrying her .410, not sawed off, but if she were a cowgirl--it would be, with a custom-made holster, that small scatter-gun equipped with double-barrel love-make for the dynasty of the devil's rich men, them sowing weeds among the fruits, yet Adal was positively in charge of keeping her own crop clean, not defiled by any man, and as frigid as Antarctica breaking away from its Continent status; moreover, morphing into the State of Florida--just look at Florida--it's geographically well-hung and perverted , and dirty shit happens there with them mosquitoes; plus, the little Cubans--all they want to do is dance and have sex, knowing a dictator is the order of the day for Halloween, putting a potato on your male arousal; thus, you're a dictator.  Anyway, Adal's great niece came to visit--a real tart with the heat of the American South infused into her lascivious loins, never getting enough of a modern education, where they don't climb the scholastic ladder of academia for information, yet drink Kool-Aid and go to frat parties, where the boys are always dropping X and ready to pet the panty hamster, but girls shave now, and infantile allegiance is an agenda of the Real World while the welder pipe-fits and gets no respect, yet dignity is deserved by all, especially those in the womb, dodging a pencil's insertion that wishes to iniquitously erase life,; next, they arrest due to the rich man, yet deny the non-pernicious pauper who loves to invoke Huckleberry Finn, though not listen to Tom Sawyer and throw rattlesnakes at the lovely Jim, before Robinson Crusoe made a movie franchise.  So, at her humble habitat, Adal, the 53 year old German immigrant, sat across from her great niece, Tanya, the brat pierced with perversion. 

TANYA
I was so upset when I heard River Phoenix died.

ADAL
Why?  You never had a chance with him anyway.

   The German way.  Be a bitch, and fight.