Amos Hart--Paul Atreides

   
   "Amos Hart--Paul Atreides"
   Muod 'Dib ran, did he; specifically, Amos had told his mother that he wanted to be a survivalist up in Montana when he was in his sophomoric twenties; next, she laughed, told him that he'd never make it; then, he retreated like a tail-dragging coyote up to his northern-placed bedroom, cranking on the tube and unearthing DUNE (the Sci-Fi station mini-series); moreover, he recollected encounters of bullying and people who don't like YOUR dog sometimes; thus, we get a bit gloomy in the glands, tear ducts pour stale wine, and the grape seed extract is taken for many purposes; plus, it's hard to find @ Walgreens, where the check-out Lady spins yarns concerning her time in Finland, and among the Sami, before selling a pack of cheap/drug-store cigars (cherry flavored), and exiting occurs, up in peace pipe smoke, knowing tobacco is the main reason for what they call meditation, which to Amos was prayer.
   Bucko and him took the Olds out.  The 350 Rocket was hungry for prime, and @ TACO BELL did they anchor the granny bought muscle, rumbling up to the parking lot in classic smooth, and finding sanctuary in a dozen tacos between them--dog and man, best pals, cause the Moon wanes, and hearts break, unless the coyote gets stronger, and suburbia is a home to many, and maybe--in peace, and I'm talking actual coyotes--canis latrans.