Liberty's Sparkle (55)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (55)"
   
   The luminosity of Liberty and the frequently freaky Faye were still upon the chaise lounges, like an illiterate Prophet, waiting divinely for an Arch-Angel to wisely expound the hungered-after cuisine of literacy and introspective, mystical insight; moreover, the effulgent groove of a star-beaming slice of neon cheese did look down upon Terra's infamy; specifically, a Full Moon, making the girls (young ladies) crave the toxic injections of weird shit into long stretched pieces of teriyaki beef jerky. 
   Faye complained; specifically, she confessed:  "No rich man will ever love a freak like me."
   Liberty shot back, not to doom, nor to illuminate, yet to also confess her own Universe amid the Multiverse of other people serving and carrying a True Cross, saying:  "I can't give a man a baby; thus, I'm screwed, but not for the longevity of love."
   Faye was like:  "You're a hot blonde with mystical-green eyes--you'll get romanced."
   Liberty completed:  "Screw anything but True Love.  May an angel, only that I can see, covering his eyes with a part of his six wings to not view the Awesomeness of God, like Isaiah mentions concerning a hot coal and a scalding mouth, humbled by the humility of Seraphs--may that magnanimous creature love me."   
   

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Liberty's Sparkle (54)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (54)"
   
   Faye met Liberty and the sublime terrier Spanky at the mobile home.  There, outside on chaise lounges, Spanky sniffing around for high adventure, Faye opened her picnic basket, offering fine flour bread with non-angry turkey meat; plus, avocado and organic mayo; also, a splash of sea salt and pepper for protection and brain stimulation were added.  They munched down; next, the conversation ignited.
  
FAYE
You hear from Wanda?

LIBERTY
Giggled.  Yeah, right.

FAYE
Probably a calcified Pineal Gland, ya know.  All that suburban food, over processed, which leads to lack of empathy; plus, jealousy and envy--a true hatred of things divine.  The Third Eye, like Tesla drinking special water, and John Adams, a bit of a snob, though even he owned a copy of Paine's Common Sense, him being brought over by Franklin's wisdom during his alcoholic thirties.  Truly, without the quill of Paine, the sword of Washington would never have swung; regardless, President Adams did get his apple a day in; specifically, apple cider vinegar, or hard cider. 

LIBERTY
Oh well.  I really enjoyed Canada.  Miss Tom.  And I'm blessed to have a best friend not out to get me.

FAYE
Gotta believe--like with Axl Rose's autobiographical song Out To Get Me.  Of course, they never caught him, not in his youth.  But kids today, and love of big bums.

LIBERTY
Bums?  Like kinda Kerouac some might say?

FAYE
No silly.  Big asses.  It's all the freaking rage.  The world be weird.  Why do people applaud that which offers shit?  Calcified Pineal Glands, or the crystals therein, hacked into by insidious forces.  

Liberty's Sparkle (53)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (53)"
   
   Liberty was back stocking shelves at the local grocery store.  Not a fancy place with tons of organic foods or anything--she observed her tedious labor for a moment:  french style green beans, garden cut green beans, Italian green beans, greens beans with bacon gravy, and yup--organic green beans; as a result of this theophany, possibly her life wasn't so poorly pathetic after all; next, her text message alert went off, a boast of Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries.  It was from Faye; moreover, said:
   
   Holy Fire!  If they only offered neuroimaging to crazy people before putting them into the cruelty of American Incarceration, they could axiomatically prove these people are mentally ill.  Too, don't get me started on probably 30% of women giving birth to another's man baby, besides their supposed partner; then, no DNA test, and that dude is royally screwed, paying child support, when those aren't his children.  Anyway, being a waitress sucks.  But some dude left me a two dollar bill today.  I'm gonna save it.  Miss ya.  2, see ya tomorrow--I'm bringing over some turkey and avocado sandwiches with plenty of mayo.  Luv, Faye
  
  

Liberty's Sparkle (52)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (52)"
   
   Luminous Liberty, fabulous Faye, and Snoopy-like Spanky were back across the border, exiting Canada, Faye blowing a kiss goodbye; next, Liberty driving the duration and distance back to Faye's apartment, where she dropped the newly founded Goth girl off; then, Liberty and Spanky, as co-pilot, piloted the hybrid back to their mobile home out in the bucolic grasslands, of sorts.
   Liberty, tired and a bit sincerely lethargic, yet still glowing with golden girl status, exited her vehicle, Spanky at her tennis shoe heels, and upon unlocking the door and entering, the smell of roses, like benevolent fairies or perhaps a Virgin Queen had visited, reminding that Tom was in Papa's Arms, and all was well on the flip side.  Liberty, not one to need the physician Christ; regardless, got down on her knees, Spanky sitting obediently beside her, and the girl named after freedom gave thanks to a Good God, having divine reverie concerning the living memory of Tom that still remained, and would always consciously haunt her into being a patron for the impoverished and weak, yet so strong herself, only displaying this strong, stamina-like beast to the concern of Almighty God Himself.  

Liberty's Sparkle (51)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (51)"
   
   Faye awoke with a modest hangover, Spanky's licks bringing her to a state of recognizable cognizance, remembering she was in Canada, and that she had puked a bucket of foam hours earlier. 
   The luminous daystar was rising, and Liberty rose as well, helping Faye out of the tent, Spanky running to the hybrid and lifting his leg to offer the inflated rubber a sense of ownership.
   After both girls yawned and stretched, Faye was like:  "My dreams last night, the Virgin Mary, my new and true Gothic obsessions.  How guilty I feel for putting Her Son through the tortures of Calvary.  And ya know--She is mentioned in Genesis, hinted at in Isaiah, and even the 19th Surah in the Koran, Maryam, acknowledges Her.  It's like the Torah; next, the New Testament; then, the Koran, a Trinity of Abrahamic devotion to the God of the Multiverse."
   Liberty needed some coffee, but spoke:  "Philip K. Dick said the Torah was offered to all people, but they all turned it down because thou shalt not do this; thou shalt not do that--there was no fun in it.  However, a group of slaves in Egypt accepted it; next, God was like . . ."
   Faye projected:  "Let my people go."
   "Why do the Abrahamic religions fight, when there is so much in common?  God knows everything Christ said;  thus, He gave us the LORD'S PRAYER, and Gabriel in the Koran saying the same thing, telling that like a watcher on the Internet, God knows everything, but more, and submission to Him, having a benevolent mind is the key.  God, Christ--the Author of Life.  Like we're a book being written, or a video game played.  The Bible and theoretical physics."  Liberty blabbered.  
   Faye like, grabbing her head:  "I think I'm gonna lose my cookies again.  Damn Canadian beer." 
   Once again, she puked upon the campgrounds, lovely.  

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?"