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Nothing to write home about--not even me; regardless, Alpha Cool Cherish did bite a munchy portion of protective fur on Davy's fuzz-tail rump, for he was foolishly (like a sublime coyote) trying to tip a sedated deer and gobble up its intestines, much to the disagreement of Cherish's well-received dog telepathy. Yup, it was a rabbit-eating shape-shift, manipulated by the singular powers of the Full Moon, yet the goddess did not steer them away from a human conscience forged into their most populous minds by way of the well-spread wisdom offered by the Abrahamic God. Gloin was alone on a motel porch thingamajig, looking heavenwards.
GLOIN
Father, don't let my little brother go bloodthirsty, yet retain his innocent love of hot women, fast cars powered by the combustible engine, and a touch of Spinoza's Pantheism--yes, he is stupid, but I adore his gumball bounce.
Fierce howls from Davy and Cherish approached Gloin from the desert ecoregion, yet they were band-like, sounding of a sublime fight song written by well-meaning hounds.
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Waxing till bright and full; moreover, reaching the apex of shine,
Glimmering like once was mighty the power of the dime--
The pull of luminous Luna on Davy and Cherish
Made all their mortal woes cease and perish
Save there be a high-velocity silver bullet or two,
Which might them culminate, meaning: Their immortality over-easy and through;
Anyway, shocked and awed Gloin did observe as might a cryptozoologist,
Pissing mysticism in his khaki pants, yet not needing a urologist,
For Davy and Cherish as werewolves monstrous and mighty
Were not ditzy or dumb--not even flighty,
Yet perfect creations spawned to howl at the Moon,
Cliche yet docile, feeling the dog's life boon.
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In a little mom-and-pop motel within the state of New Mexico, near the Chihuahuan Desert ecoregion, the threesome were savagely settled in, Davy growing bloodshot eyes and a ravenous hunger for a T-bone steak, flaring raw, as the Full Moon was getting ready to boldly blaze upon the black canvas of night.
CHERISH
This is gonna be one hell of a transformation. Davy is so innocently stupid that he'll let me bit him in the asstail and lead him around for giant jack rabbits. And rabbits are delicious; plus, I save their feet. If I could afford a car--I'd have a rabbit's foot key-chain.
GLOIN
What can we expect from Davy's transformation? Will he go all beast-like and start murdering shit?
CHERISH
Nah, it's like you become the wolf you are. It mimics your internal spirit of all and every intention--of course, with a wild animal mixed in. And may I add--a loyal wild animal.
DAVY
You mean I'll kinda be the same old Davy, without the coonskin hat--damn, I always wanted Dad to buy me one, and now society would think me too old to wear one.
CHERISH
Do what's in your heart babe. Like with Tony Romo--and he's no homo, adoring elegant women as his cerebral loins command. But just don't try to mount or mate with me, or I'll bite you something bad. I'm the Alpha here--ya get me Davy.
DAVY
I get ya, but not last night, though I guess Gloin did.
Gloin blushed something awful.
CHERISH
Yeah, your brother is quite the lover. He melts in your mouth, not in your hands.
GLOIN
My God Cherish--voice something associated with the spiritual nature of intercourse--Davy is like a child after all.
DAVY
Don't worry Gloin--I get it. You were gooooooood. And I'm proud of you brother. Oh crap, am I really going to get all furry and flea-ridden?
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Eli Manning, bad comedian--he is more laughs
Than a Fox News Anchor with college-educated gas;
Moreover, Gloin having his genetic liquid unloaded,
And Cherish--him into her since smiling mammary glands goaded;
Plus, delirious Davy, lost without a full mind and grabbing thumb--
The threesome would engage in the monster of werewolf fun;
Alas, fanged Cherish warned:
"Davy needs to run lest by a bigoted cop scorned."
Gloin did realistically realize Davy would indeed transform,
Making natives restless wherever their Full Moon Night was born;
Hence, the Ranchero was hot-rodded to Albuquerque, New Mexico,
Where organic medicine did heal and grow;
Next, Gloin realized the brave journey for inflamed Dad,
Desiring him herbed from the melancholy of sad to glad--
The proof is in the "Poor in Spirit" and undocumented patient--so you know;
As a result, don't let politicians our freedoms overthrow.
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No telling what can happen when your headed to the American West by way of an American V-8 motor. Good old Gloin, thumbless Davy, and fanged Cherish checked into a Motel 6--the light was kept on for em. Davy bleeding something Saint-like had wrapped his gore-smeared hand in the two plastic bags the beer had come in; plus, put some duct tape around it--all after sterilizing the werewolf wound with a bottle of Moosehead. Then he passed out in the roach-ridden bathtub, becoming one with the bugs having a naked lunch. Cherish had seduced Gloin into the art of lovemake, and they were laying in the bacteria-stained bed, smoking from a pack of Camel Blues; also, eating teriyaki-flavored beef jerky.
CHERISH
Now I know why your last name is Milky way. You're about as big as a Milky Way Bar--fun size.
GLOIN
I don't know whether that's good or bad.
CHERISH
Your brother will be okay. Tonight will be the Full Moon and he'll go total werewolf--his thumb will grow back too.
GLOIN
Sounds good. You're very solid but bounce in the proper places--not plastic-forged.
CHERISH
People are jealous of the wolfy body--lean and tone. Coyotes are leaner, faster, and more independent. Can you believe the governor of Texas shot a coyote while jogging and nobody gives a rat's ass? Yet you slay a lion and it's all the shit. And lions aren't true survivors but protected by humanity, and do they even appreciate it? America slaughters myriads, tens of thousands of coyotes each year, yet the enduring canine refuses to die, even thriving. Anyway, wolves are more loyal than coyotes. Davy has gotta learn the meaning of the American Indian Wolf Totem. Yup, that boy is gonna love and lick me forever.
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After greasy eggs, sunny side up,
And long swallows from many-a-coffee cup,
The threesome started to like toddlers giggle;
Moreover, Cherish's perky jugs sparked with a jiggle;
Thus, the threesome grabbed a cold 12 pack from a gas station--
Lager that gave ode to the moose from the Canadian Nation,
And on a dirt road in mythical Oklahoma,
They caught a mild buzz, not entering a drunken coma,
But Cherish howled hungrily at the shimmering Moon--
It was waxing near full, and she was feeling the werewolf boon;
Alas, Gloin and dumb Davy pooped Twinkies--becoming overly freaked,
For in the pulsating direction of their flesh did Cherish's incisors leap,
But Gloin was agile and swift with street fight dance,
Dodging the sharp supernatural, yet Davy had no chance.
He lost a thumb digit and swaggered in the blood,
Cherish say'n: "It will regenerate if you become one with the Earth and mud."
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As the 1957 Ford Ranchero thundered its way over the blacktop of 40 West, Davy found sinister slumber, flagging a wicked fairyland, spilling the super ooze of spittle onto Cherish's shoulder, observing all iniquity; plus, the Lord of Werewolves himself, forgetting his own blonde ambition to engage in matrimony with a flaxen-haired farmer's daughter, him, though stupid, wisely knowing in his dreams that Cherish was a raven-haired, well--very bad person. Kinda/sorta a person in the sense of the word. Anyway. Knowing . . .
CHERISH
Your brother is bit of a precious soul, isn't he?
GLOIN
More or less. He's been going through plenty though--since birth. Mom left Dad, taking us with her, and the divorce did forsake all of our father's Northern ancestry. Hell, we don't even know our cousins or nothing. Went to a family reunion once up there; I didn't know a soul--at my own family reunion. Still, Dad always kept in touch, but now he's gone ill something terrible. The only cure for his disease is complete removal of the large intestine. And that's not a barrel of monkeys.
CHERISH
Being human must really suck.
GLOIN
What do you mean lady?
CHERISH
I'm just say'n it does--get me? Look Gloin, I may look like a savage beast of sexuality, but I'm quite sweet. I'm kinda stupefied by life as well, and I'm looking for a pack.
GLOIN
A pack? Pack of what--unfiltered Pall Mall?
CHERISH
Shit--I haven't smoked those since I was in the 7th grade. No, just forget about it; it's a long and complicated story.
GLOIN
Look--there's a Waffle House next exit. Wanna get some coffee and scrambled eggs? Then, we can talk about it.
CHERISH
Sure. But never order scramble eggs at a restaurant--they could've dropped them on the floor and scooped them up back up on the plate and the customer would never know it.
GLOIN
Suggestions?
CHERISH
Order sunny side up. Can't drop that on the floor and scoop it back on the plate to serve--not without the yellow breaking. But yeah, eggs would be great--I need some protein. Some little chickens cooked to my tummy's life before ready to hatch. Gory in a sense. I like it when there's blood in my egg after I crack it open over the frying pan. That suggest larger amounts of iron. Fights anemia, and a girl menstruates is all I'm say'n.
Gloin took the exit. And while not unaware of bizarre folk--this one gave him the creepies.
