Voltaic Junkyard--adoration of nature

   
   "Voltaic Junkyard--adoration of nature"
  
   Adam was lounging alone within the cramped yet salubrious situation of his junkyard scenery, not minding the metal, yet adoring the outside--unlike Sheila.
   Specifically, birds entertained him--he was amazed; moreover, marveled at the elegance of their flight and aeronautical achievements made with swift ease, as if instinct to fly; plus, survive.
   Too, he enjoyed She-Hulk comic books, and the pages were clean--it was the fictional art of a beauty, but not like his sister--yuck!  For he knew Sheila also fancied the green super-hero chick with a great punch.  It was his chance to exist.  But he had to make an exodus from his mundane labors, not out of lack of appreciation for what the junkyard gave to him--a history, a place that he came from, and in Heaven will return--if ya know what I mean.  Everybody is a unique soul--forged by the fuel of God Almighty; however, that doesn't mean His Son (Jesus) was not the surfer Jesus type.--never bound by the law as He was True LAW, following it with ease.  The rest of people are mostly schmucks, everybody, even those with kind hearts or money or a player in the Canadian Football League (CFL)--ya hear me.
   Ah, Adam did not discount his fortune, even if it was so casual.  And being casual is where it's at--not like that, but be yourself, kinda.  For True Law does exist.  Yeah, Adam liked birds, She-Hulk comics, and a surfer Jesus.  Not so bad.