Indigo Samson (28)

   
   "Indigo Samson (28)"
   
   Miriam was napping in the fuchsia-hued Boss 429, it was alive with cam, a rumbling type of octave that stole her into the salty sea of dreams, whereas Buck the wolf wagged his tail; next, jumped out of the window in the residential area in which they were kinda/sorta squatting, and found the front yard of an opulent and ostentatious house filled with, probably, spoiled brats; then, smelling their greed, he took a raunchy poop on their front porch, howled at the incoming lunar-kiss, and sauntered, on all fours, back to the massive big block.
   Miriam snored a booger from her celestial nose, made to laugh in vibrant slumber by way of a comedic Brownie, who feared her ironic twist of humanity and angelity, as the Rh mutation flowed through her victorious veins.  It's good to be a hybrid, having your feet on the ground but your crown chakra in the heavens.  
   Next, Buck leapt backwards into the muscle car, proving his superiority over the Queen's English, knowing he had not only artistic privilege, but the privilege as a non-ignoble beast to crap wherever he wanted, especially if it was for a true Lady's purpose.