Indigo Samson (13)

  
   "Indigo Samson (13)"
   
   Miriam pulled the massive cubic inches of the fuchsia-hued Boss 429 in front of a strip mall haunting suburbia, it illuminated by Edison's phony bulbs based on patents, nothing else.  She exited the hot rod, wishing for Big Block Highway, while Buck stayed in the car, his tail not down or up, but counterpoised like a path-finding wolf; next, Samson exited, lit a smoke, joining Miriam in the satellite-observed scheme of watchers and weirdos, hiding nothing under the starry night.

MIRIAM
They've hidden things.  Have an agenda.  Can a rich man not be evil?  Christ unmasked and exposed, though threatened, yet their guilt is eclipsed by the root of all evil; however, it cannot escape the truth of the Divine Justice System.  

SAMSON
Who the hell are you girl?  I just play high school football, and I'm only a special teams player.

MIRIAM
Make yourself available to God, like the Queen of ALL virgins did.  Yes, a heart pierced by a sword; nevertheless, she persevered to the end, sharing in Saint John's charity, him listening; indeed, he did behold thy mother, as commanded, rejecting Freud's portrait that heaped dung all over the true law.

SAMSON
You speak in riddles--I'm not picking up what you're putting down.

MIRIAM
You will, and learn the code of speech.  They distract with money, pharmaceutical drugs, and smoking is a killer, though physicians and nurses kill more people each year, and we have what they would say is the psychology of Jesus Christ, an allegory depicting a thievish Messiah who steals guilt, not the Son of David who lives forever.

SAMSON
I'm down with Christ; still, I hear God talking in JUDGES and PSALMS too; moreover, Christ got His best material from King David, Solomon, Isaiah, Ezekiel, and all the rest--hell, they thought He was Jeremiah.  Thus, does that not speak to metempsychosis? 

MIRIAM
So, you're not just a stupid hippie after all.  An all out orgy of black masks, Darwin's delinquency, and an American history crushed by hedonistic haters.  I told the nasty nurse, and all nurses are obese, go figure, that the Bible is not faith, not faith, but Jewish history, and she threw me out of her potato-smelling office.  So what if some people record God's handy work, like the Catholics through the process of Beatification and Canonization.  The Trinity, the Virgin, the angels and saints; plus, the prophets and kings are not to be rejected, for this is a family.  Christ knowing:  My family are those who do the will of Almighty God.  And Virgo will have her feet on the moon; still, never can tell.  Keep your eyes on Christ, or you'll fall through the water, boy.

SAMSON
You're probably younger than me, but--yes ma'am.  Now, can we get some tuna salad or something?