Werefox Vaquero--Bubba Cheese--repurchase

   
   "Werefox Vaquero--Bubba Cheese--repurchase"
   
   Phil Diamond had scooted the super-charged 6-cylinder Buick to Oregon, transcending his original outline.  Heck, he never used an outline--needed not a blueprint for existence; however, he enjoyed his Bill of Rights.  5th Amendment, ability to be silent.  Of course, Freedom of Religion, yet unlike a church leader, Phil Diamond didn't steal your money, it could be argued against them at times; still, he was a vacuum when it came to Gin Rummy.  Phil Diamond had his 1st Amendment stepped on, law enforcement put vocabulary, illegally, upon his 5th; moreover, illegal search and seizure--it went on and on.  He ultimately realized when his contentious step-father took out a contract on him, fueled by an officer of the court and phony finances.  What, people don't want to destroy the lives of others?  It's all a movie?  Tell that to murdered myriads living in silence.
   On the rocky shore, waves brought in by a waxing Moon, crashing, yet symmetrically, in an artistic sense, upon the pebbled beach, and Phil Diamond, on the run, witnessing an Orca angelically expose its behemoth shine upon Terra's shore, the two mammals eye to eye, as if a reflection of sleek purpose and awesome might, forged by the life of flowing water.  The Orca smiled and kissed him, going back into its kingdom.  Phil cranked up a cherry cigar, knowing God has a sense of humor, showing him like this, not a crude nasty God, unless you are out to damage decency.
   Phil Diamond knew the Jew always says to the Christian, as if salvation was born with the chosen:  "Make sure your sister washes her hands before making a visit."
   Phil Diamond smiled skywards, knowing he was only guilty of having a tame imagination, knowing those in pernicious pursuit constantly crave strange, in the flesh, as if having no innate treasure, or so they discarded their internal purpose.
   Phil Diamond got back in the Buick.  Motored off to a surf shop.  He would gel with the locals.  The West seemed pretty free.  Pretty American Free.