Indigo Samson (26)

  
   "Indigo Samson (26)"
  
   Not totally being a snooty snob, or considering his/her androgynous essence as sacrosanct; specifically, loving a healing laugh and white-hued angel dogs, Saint Raphael departed the HOUND with Liberty and Bobby Rook.
   The flaxen-haired Archangel stood next to the two friends as the bus departed out into the barren geography of Wyoming, the diesel-smell-sound on route to wherever, and a little dog with green eyes came out of an aqua-blue portal, not enchanting, but showing that super-mundane states of reality can accompany mankind; moreover, be true aspects of sweet sublimity, if nobility is focused upon by a prayer-maker--the wise man knowing that he is nothing without God and that Holy Family, which are those passionately prone to do the Creator's benevolent Will.  
   Saint Raphael ran a loving and caressing hand over the buzz cut of Bobby Rook, mentioned the words:  "Feather cut."  Next, the twosome understood, as if by pineal communication, that the Archangel would depart, for now, bu the emerald-eyed canine, tiny and frisky, covered in a white coat, would be their puppy protector, easily able to snatch a scrotum with fanged frenzy, if an adversarial force approached--God has a sense of humor, for 70% of life on Earth seems to be a form of the beetle.