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   "Liberty's Sparkle (57)"
   
   Liberty blew back into the autumn breeze, away, yet so simply connected to the relativity of the past, remembering Bobby Kennedy somewhere, kinda/sorta mumbling:  "A society gets the criminals it deserves."
   And remembering the hatred of many modern Christians believing the gays evil, yet Pope Francis saying of their sublime numbers:  "Who am I to judge."  Not asking, stating.  And now--who to blame?  A government conspiracy to tie the hate of Islam with radical Christians.  What is it all?
   Liberty back to stocking the grocery store shelves:  sliced carrots, baby peeled carrots, whole carrots, organic carrots, and always--peaches in extra heavy syrup not far away.
   Would the Son of Man ever come down from the clouds of heaven?  She started praying, everyday, that it would happen soon.  

Liberty's Sparkle (56)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (56)"
  
   Liberty and Faye heard the news; plus, Spanky, as if a Pineal Gland knowing; thus, dropping his canine head, and in a pulsating state of quivering--all from a transistor radio, at least 50 dead in an Orlando nightclub.  Both girls (young ladies) immediately lit up, inhaling the revenge, to some, of Redman.

LIBERTY
The world is getting really nasty.

FAYE
Christ is even the Apostle, and Mary is great.  Islam means "submission" in English.  These people are not submitting to a merciful, loving God.  "The Bees" Surah, 16:19, basically says you cannot conceal from God.  Totally, He knows and is the Truth.

LIBERTY
I'm all for being progressive, but aren't you pissed to the max?  This is bullshit.  We should do something, like have a mystical nerd explain to the terrorists the sublimity and love of God.

FAYE
But you're forgetting the bad guy.  The once lovely light of the main fallen angel, his followers, hacking into our brains and controlling our lusts and corporeal aspects to migrate hellways.

LIBERTY
I'm sorry Faye for not being nice right now, but everything seems like bullshit.  What does man's opinion matter anyway.  Love God.  Love Freedom.  Every-freaking-body!
  
FAYE
Amen.  Never sacrifice liberty for security.  Let a man carry like Dirty Harry.  

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."   
   

Kenny Chesney - Noise

Liberty's Sparkle (54)

   
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   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.