Liberty's Sparkle (50)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (50)"
   
   Having forged temporary residence at a camping ground, and placing Spanky in a state of anchoring safety, Liberty and Faye went to a CFL game; specifically, watched the Hamilton Tiger-Cats toss the pigskin around, eating buttery popcorn, and throwing back some smooth lager.
   As the jubilation of the live action game faded into the eternal past, Liberty and Faye, drove slowly, as most people do in Canada, back to the campgrounds.  There, Spanky wagged his exuberance, offering luscious licks and love, while Faye complained about the price of tobacco in the Great White North. 
   They also split a six pack, star-gazing at the big neon glitter shimmering around an effulgent, waxing gibbous, so alive with Lunar possibilities, ready to be mined and feed Mother Earth.
   "Nothing is as it seems."  Faye buzzed to a serious point of introspection.  
   Liberty further probed:  "Mark Twain, now demonized in America, though Gabriel giving the literary gift of the Koran uses a similar word--people's ignorance, but God bless them; anyway, Twain was first published in Canada."
   "And your point?"  Faye grinning with intoxication.
   Liberty, following Faye's crusade into the depth of philosophy, quoted a piece of Twain's work in his Joan of Arc epic, stating:  "The common eye sees only the outside of things, and judges by that, but the seeing eye pierces through the heart and soul, finding there capacities which the outside didn't indicate or promise."
   Faye ruminated, deeply; next, puked a foamy liquid ounce of beer on the Canadian Earth, mumbling:  "Who freaking won the football game?"  

Liberty's Sparkle (49)

   
   "Liberty's Saprkle (49)"
   
   Money spent, life enjoyed--the more you have; next, the more freedom in life--the evils of capitalism, as might a Pontiff proclaim; regardless, passports gotten, and a pet allowance, Liberty, Faye, and Spanky were in the hybrid, wending their willful way through the Windsor Tunnel from Michigan to Ontario.
   Faye blasted:  "I hope Justin Trudeau finds me and falls in love with me.  Michelle Obama even has a crush on him, and some people say she is really a man."
   Liberty reminded:  "Remember--it's all relative.  We really don't know shit in this world.  Our own Universe we are, amid the Multiverse of all the souls and bullshit around us."
   Faye replied:  "I know.  Physics and religion, yet Sheldon Cooper is too proud to shake hands with Aquinas, and it's all a psychological condition.  Blah, blah, blah.  We should talk about lightweight stuff."
   Liberty snorted:  "You mean like DC movies not comparing to Marvel?"
   Faye content, igniting a cancerous cherry to life:  "Now you're talking.  Batman is a real ego driven pussy.  Come on now--Captain America is fine as shit--the golden boy we are all jealous of."
   Liberty laughed so hard, she almost shit a Twinkie.  

Liberty's Sparkle (48)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (48)"
   
   Liberty sweetly petting Spanky outside in the oncoming autumn air, Faye, a coffin nail between her China doll lips, puffing her prayers to Grandfather, and saying:  "Shit Liberty--the world be weird with the infinite.  Everything is limitless, but not.  Blake and Wilde pondering if the microscope saw more than the telescope, into the truth of humanity and all."
   Liberty giggling:  "You have become the library nerd, and I haven't read any Philip K. Dick in months.  But I know you Faye, and your new philosophies and idealism--what are you trying to say?"
   Faye with:  "I have two older sisters.  Both too old to be molested by the time Daddy got his freak on with me; anyway, one is filthy rich, but looks like a fish.  The other, a blue collar, though better than me economically, well, she's like you--freaking gorgeous.  Just because she had a strong face my rich sister was always so envious and jealous.  Her money will never give her that glowing countenance, and she hates my sister for it.  Like somebody who wants to sing, and does it great; next, a person can't sing; then, they want the brilliant singer to get throat cancer--that's the psychology of mankind."
   Liberty said:  "That's why we have dogs.  Man's best friends.  They teach us love and loyalty--no matter how much an asymmetrical mutt."
   Faye blurted, and with an exhale of toxicity:  "Yup."  

Liberty's Sparkle (47)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (47)"
    
   Through the meditation, which continued in a very, highly ultra state of progressiveness, Faye commanded:  "A grudge will always hold you down at the end; LOVE comes back to you in ACES."
   Liberty thought it--real hard; next, blurted:  "You know Bram Stoker?"
   Faye was like:  "Girl, I'm the library nerd now--of course."
   Liberty continued on with:  "Lore suggests, or possibly truth, or possibly both--there is always an infinite number of possibilities; anyway, Bram Stoker, so it goes, felt great guilt after writing Dracula."
   "I feel guilt now too.  Especially when I see a hot man and wish he was my husband.  But I'm so used, like a bad car, maybe one of those Gremlins from the 1970's or 1980's."  Faye said.
   Liberty:  "Ah, shut up.  You're a freaking angel with black wings.  Merlin with a demon parent, yet you choose the path divine.  I love you girlfriend."
   And Faye responded:  "You make us all sweet, Liberty, and it is awesome.  Merci beaucoup, forever."  

Liberty's Sparkle (46)

   
   "Liberty's Saprkle (46)"
   
   Flamboyant Faye, yet so chilled and armed with mild mannered meek nowadays, was teaching Liberty how to meditate, as Faye was the one reading now, Liberty slumming about, Spanky in stride with her weak steps through the shallow mobile home.  And Faye commanded, sitting Indian Style, as we called it in the 1970's, not Hindu style, in positions of service to foreign gods--nothing more calming than sweetly speaking to the Abrahamic God, the One forging the Multiverse, always hanging on to existence--there was never nothing, only Him, willing Life.  
   Regardless, an allowance of the lesser gods, a celestial hierarchy, and a natural Pantheism that doesn't give a shit about humanity--it is what is is, right?
   So, Faye was commanding:  "Liberty is not wormwood!"
   Liberty responded:  "I am not wormwood!"
   Spanky growled at the negative spirits; Faye grinned, so did Liberty.
   Faye further with:  "I will go to Canada and make a sexy man fall in love with me, unless Bernie saves America."
   Liberty snorted a giggle, and a booger too.  

Liberty's Sparkle (45)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (45)"

   Faye continued to console Liberty within the impoverished confines of the mobile home, Spanky alert and cognizant, always paying attention with a crystal forged gland within his canine brain that offered sublime telepathy, of sorts.  Liberty on the futon, drinking a beer, and Faye, smoking an organic tobacco product to ease her stress.  
  
FAYE
I was dating this cop--can you believe it?  And he arrested this dude for seeing aliens.  I asked him, what were they--greys, reptilians, or the magnanimous Nordics?  Cop dude didn't know.  Just said it was a psychiatric issue.  Manufactured education, huh?

LIBERTY
I don't know.  Tears in Liberty's eyes.  I can't have a baby, and my husband is dead, but really alive, in Christ.

FAYE
We should get outta here.  Take the Windsor Tunnel and hit Ontario.  I have a crush on Prime Minister Justin Trudeau.  Did you know Kerouac was French Canadian?  Was on the Steve Allen Show, back in the day.  Allen asked him how long he was on the road--Kerouac responded it was 7 years, but it only took him a week or so to write On The Road.

LIBERTY
He had a dextroamphetamine inhaler.  That was the mercurial magic.

FAYE
What if it was automatic writing?

LIBERTY
I dunno.  Spirits commanding text.  Maybe.  What's your point?

FAYE
We need to leave this shithole.

LIBERTY
We have no money; moreover, in debt.

FAYE
Screw the Americans.  Canada.  Like Chief boldly stated in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest.

LIBERTY
I'm too sad for adventure.

FAYE
Don't use the Force; specifically, force yourself.            

Liberty's Sparkle (44)

   "Liberty's Sparkle (44)"
   
   Liberty was in cell phone communication with the Rock Hudson-looking Monsignor, of course, not out of lust, for she was Liberty, yet to tame the shrew of pain and neglect.  The conversation was like unto a thing of iron, giving energy, holding the blood, the life, and thus:  mystical.
  
LIBERTY
We had to cremate him.  And my best friend Faye said this was an insult to the Hebrew people--is that correct?

MONSIGNOR
Reason:  poverty--you had no choice; furthermore, Virgin, Queen of poverty, pray for us.  The Disciples basically laughed at a woman giving barely any money at the Temple, yet Christ scolded them, saying:  "And He said, of a truth I say unto you, that this poor widow hath cast in more than they all."

LIBERTY
So, I'm not a really, really bad person?

MONSIGNOR
You did what you could, and you should be blessed due to your singular circumstance; Christ further knowing and speaking:  "No man can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to one, and despise the other.  Ye cannot serve God and mammon."

LIBERTY
I'm very well read, but the Bible was never my thing.  Science fiction, poetry--stuff like that.

MONSIGNOR
Here's some Shakespeare from A Midsummer's Night Dream:  "The old moon wanes!  She lingers my desires, like to a stepdame or a dowager withering out a young man's revenue."

LIBERTY
You speak in riddles.

MONSIGNOR
Hell, Christ spoke in parables.  Just hold your chin up Liberty.  Like I told you, sparkle.  Tom is not dead, but alive in Christ.  And as for what you confessed to me previously about his nefarious sister, well, Tom is so sublime, he'll even pray for her in hell, where she will be eternally stupefied.

LIBERTY
But what about real life?

MONSIGNOR
Life is an illusion, but death my dear--death is as real as it gets.