Indigo Samson (30)

   

   "Indigo Samson (30)"
   
   Yes, Bobby Rook was in touch; regardless, they still reminded him, he was a schmuck too, hell, we all are.  You can never do enough.  Rest, some say.  Retire.  If a man retires and stops dreaming; next, he dies.  Always ask God for new challenges.  Are you content, Big Fox probed him with telepathically, through his pineal portion that tingled, as his ears constantly ringed, always being asked?  Next, he was instructed to never be content, not even have peace.  You can have peace when you die, but really, you never die.  You either become fish people if you were unselfish, and if you were selfish--you get thrown back, rudely, upon a prison planet.
   The Son of Man is here.  The King is in the field, and I'm not talking Tom Brady, but--his wife looks better than most.  Never settle.  Never take what you can get.  Yes, it will bring great things; however, the seeker, whose head is in the heavens--he unearths the best treasure.   A family that doesn't stab him in the back.
   Bobby Rook took a moment.  If only he could play guitar.  And the angels told him:  "Get over it, for you're not the first, and you won't be the last--that's reserved for Christ.  Hell, when He died, they starting counting time again.  When you die, will they create a calendar?  Nope."
   Bobby Rook got over it.  Had some Chinese food; then, smoked a non-filtered Pall Mall, and it was delicious.