Indigo Samson (21)

   
   "Indigo Samson (21)"
   
   Miriam stroked Buck's spiritual pelt, in a manner of speaking; next, dived into the sea of dreams, swimming meek into inviolate introspection, knowing:  the royalty is in the crop; specifically, don't selfishly gaze at your own hungry image, yet don't pay too much attention to the crowd; furthermore, keep your eyes on yourself--all at the same time, and God will be your judge, as it is with the eternal Prophet Daniel.  Plus, look at the stars above, seriously.  Pay precise attention, as it is within you--use Socratic observation.  
   And Miriam slammed her size sixes, she was a little yet solid sprout, upon the accelerator, forcing the fuchsia-hued Boss 429 to grab some rubber upon the smoky asphalt--gravity pushes, not pulls, from higher perspective.  So, the exodus was made, due to tomorrow's futurity concerning an awakening, and Miriam even spotted a fish person among them, chuckling internally, and looked for the nearest place to get a tuna sandwich, heavy with the pepper.