People ASSUME, and they are incorrect sir

   
   "People ASSUME, and they are incorrect sir"
   
   People always assume.  It's mostly negative.  Knock Chief off the mountain and all.  That is the nature of devious humanity.
   I've read numerous biographies on Jim Morrison, the crooner, as he humbly admitted of himself, not having that raging rock and roll vociferousness.  People assume it was all drugs; however, Mr. Morrison was more prone to hard drinking.  He went on benders.  
   How would you feel if you were corporeally beautiful and women chased you like crazy?  He had no choice.  He was not Bill Clinton.  They hunted him down by the hundreds.  Thus, he drank, and heavily.
   William Blake knew:  "People control their emotions because they have weak emotions."  Some say this man was a crank.  Others a mystic.  We assume.  Negativity mostly.  Or lies and whispers.
   The only thing I've abused is tobacco, green tea, garlic, and flax seed, mostly.  Sure, they will assume I'm into this or that.  You trying being with only one woman your entire life.  You try celibacy for the past nine years.  Don't I deserve a cigarette.  But yes, I smoke too many.
   And as Vonnegut said he had no memory of penning some of his books--neither do I.  It's a compulsion.  People have asymmetrical brain patterns.  And if they're poor, other people generally write them off as lazy.  
   My Dad was wealthy.  Also, a raging alcoholic.  But he had money.  I never saw any of it--because people assume.  You don't know where I've been or what I've been through.  You listen to villainous vermin.  You spread the lies of people that find no favor in me.  Fine.  God knows.  There is truth.  As Saint Gabriel said:  "Life is over in the blink of an eye."  We will all get what is in our hearts.   

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Under the shimmering glitter of the heavens above,
Touched sweetly by the Spirit of the platinum Dove,
Inside Miriam and Buck did divinely reside
The animation of a good dog's loyal hide;
Indeed, they were moved to lead humble, strange lives,
Missing out on incarnate aspects given by the father of lies,
For theirs was not want, but a desire to heal
All the monstrous things that did want to peel
Away their joyous glory and dedication to God,
Who by Intelligent Design crafted the Multiverse with Willing nod;
Alas, sometimes creation turns against its master,
Spawning an earthly invasion of demonic disaster.  

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   Miriam and Buck found a Latin Mass; next, were humble and obedient, took the Holy Eucharist, and then headed to a gas station where they picked up some spicy beef jerky and green tea with too much sugar.  As the SS Chevelle with the potent 350 rumbled smoothly, they engaged in symposium.
   
MIRIAM
Why do people think Catholics worship the Virgin Mary?

BUCK
No, they honor Her.  Plus, the Angels and Saints.  Jesus himself would admit that you can say bad stuff about Him, but don't you dare talk bad about My Mother.  Woman, behold Your Son--some say those were His last words at Calvary.  Regardless, they need to know the Hail Mary--we're not praying to Her, but as She is alive in Christ, we ask, Holy Mary--pray for us sinners.

MIRIAM
Why can't we just all love God and those that do?

BUCK
I still talk to my sister.  She was fed to the lions in ancient Rome before the rise of Constantine.  I too know--she is alive in Christ; hence, I ask her to pray for me.  I adore all those that love Him; moreover, I pray for my adversaries as Christ instructed.  That they too, will have Christian hearts of gold.

MIRIAM
You're a keen one Buck.

BUCK
Nah, I'm just God's dog is all.  
  
   Miriam snorted an adolescent giggle.  

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   Miriam enjoyed her lung dart, stupefied; next, ran up to wake Buck, him growling with sincerity, yet he woke willingly, listening to Miriam's mystical tale.  They both sat on Buck's futon, and her with a little bit of the shakes, probed his wise werewolf soul.
   
MIRIAM
Is the Holy Spirit feminine?  I mean, or was it a demonic entity talking to me?

BUCK
Possibly either--with your past history; however, the French use the masculine, calling the Holy Spirit Le Saint-Esprit.  But I would use La Saint-Esprit.  She always appears in gold and blue to me, igniting me wolfways upon my needed necessity to give mercy and protect with the fangs of God.

MIRIAM
So, it is possible?

BUCK
Catholicism knows--God is a mystery.  Approach Him by mere mathematics and without reverence; next, get ready for resistance.  Anyway, we should attend Mass today.  Imbibe the Body and Blood of Christ--the transubstantiation.  If the Priest is obedient--it happens.  If not, at least it's totally symbolic.  You never know.  God is a mystery, but He is a real mystery.

MIRIAM
Then what?

BUCK
Grab some beef jerky and green tea.  Come back here, our home, and watch television, like Dancing with the Stars.  Doug Flutie is dancing tonight--and he has agile feet.

MIRIAM
I just talked to that whatever, Holy Spirit thing about Doug Flutie.

BUCK
I'm just messing with you.  Miriam, you know, us werewolves, and all canines have telepathy.

MIRIAM
Darn you Buck.  Why does everything in life make me want to smoke a cigarette?

BUCK
Because you don't do wax on/wax off--you need Mr. Miyagi.   

HOLE/COURTNEYLOVE HUNGRY LIKE A WOLF

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   Miriam awoke during Buck's Catholic werewolf snores.  Yup, not hedonistic, purely wanting sex and murder, but fueled by the Holy Spirit, trumping the bravado of modern Lycanthropy as suggested by pop-culture; however, Einstein knows:  All things be RELATIVE BOY; plus, awakening into the LIGHT is like a little boy in a library seeing books, knowing someone wrote them, checking out one on atom, thinking it Adam, a man, yet beyond comprehension, save for the Divine Mystic, whatever; indeed, all things are relative, and Miriam knew her Buck was kind, decent, and full of mercy, yet sacrifice as well.  She went out into the Arkansas morning, greeted by the waning Moon, knowing it was the culmination of iniquitous things, and a female appeared to her, possibly:  The Holy Spirit Herself.  

MIRIAM
You are engaging and beautiful!

WHATEVER
Sophia and the number 7.  Quite strange.  Saint Jerome campaigned for the celibacy of the Holy Priest.  Got his mind off of dancing women by learning the Hebrew language--completely self taught, mostly.  Forged the Vulgate.  Yet did this Latin castrate the pudendum of the Holy Spirit?

MIRIAM
What do I know.  My Mom liked Doug Flutie though.  He wore the number 7 for the Bills.  Was gorgeous in my opinion, a bit female-like.  Lightweight, crafty, and then they invented the spy--the Big Tuna did.

WHATEVER
I AM wisdom.  A thing in action.  First, as Solomon knew:  Fear God--the beginning; next, know God and do His Will--that is wisdom.  Too, a white coyote can shift anytime.  Can unmask.  Can be anything.  America is great, or was.  I AM the SPIRIT of 1776.  I gave to ALL people.  But what do they give Me?  Christ said adultery can even be thinking about a woman.  Think about Me.  Energy with Me.  Then, there is no sin.  Is carnal activity not worse than narcotics driving King David to further promote his love for God?  Unlearn the gravity of modern education, which enslaves stupid man.  Go beyond the possibility of gravity, unto Me; into Me.  I AM God's Synergy, together with the Divine Christ.  It ALL has been written.

MIRIAM
I think I really need a cigarette about now.   

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   Buck took Miriam back to their modest studio apartment thingamajig over the garage in a SS Chevelle from the late 60's powered by the always true 350 motor.  He had worked his way into buying it off a sublime cooter with a singular addiction to Kodiak mint snuff.  The twosome were tired, Miriam more so, and they each laid upon their humble futons, the lack of air-conditioning in the hot Arkansas summer bothering them not, as the Good Ghost ignited them with a cooling hue of icy blue.

MIRIAM
You ever think we'll have normal lives Buck?

BUCK
What is normal?  Two kids, a mortgage, jobs we hate, stress, and lack of unmasking the truth?

MIRIAM
I do think we have stress.

BUCK
Remember your coyote.  Negativity breeds more.  Focus on the white coyote.  Up first in Newfoundland, totally resistant to the harsh elements, and as playful as a Smurf armed with white magic.

MIRIAM
What's a Smurf?  Is it like one of them gnomes you can buy at Home Depot?

BUCK
Girl, you gotta get with Papa.  And not the pizza man or Smurf.  Look, even though the Trinity is, in a sense, singular, as Saint Patrick showed with the Shamrock, Papa is upon the throne, yet the love of all things magnanimous encompass Him.  And with all that sublimity in the heavens, we can have a paradise in our hearts if we stay focused and love our family.

MIRIAM
Are we family Buck?

BUCK
Of course.  Nothing is more loyal than a wolf, or dogs in general.  That is why Papa crafted them into existence.  Man's best friend--a furry gift of forever friendship.