Liberty's Sparkle (69)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (69)"
   
   Liberty and the sickly Bobby Rook found a nice mobile home community near Whitefish.  It was mainly a ski resort location in Montana, housing around 7,000 people.  Their place was more than modest, having a taste of Franciscan humility, and the first thing Bobby Rook did was hang a crucifix on the wall; next, the twosome got a futon, a bunk bed, and a black and white television; plus, a transistor radio, and a little fridge.
   The food was mostly in cans.  Liberty thought:  "My gosh, I can't get away from cans."
   So, she loaded up on Ramen Noodles, and of course--dog food for Spanky; also, plenty of bottled water and green tea to mix it with.  Liberty slept on the bottom bunk with Spanky, while Bobby Rook tossed and turned above with unearthly abdominal pain at night, sometimes begging for death, or like Spider-Man, having great agility at jumping off and running to the bathroom, where he would evacuate bloody stool.  He didn't know how much longer before they gutted him.  
   Liberty helped him find a Doc, and they afforded some medicine that helped, slightly.
   All in all--it was home.  Liberty finding another grocery store to work at, and yes, more cans, stocking the shelves in a perpetual state of tedious boredom:  baked beans, baked beans with savory Texas flavor, baked beans with pork, baked beans in hickory smoke flavoring, baked beans with crispy bacon.
   Unfortunately, Bobby Rook couldn't eat beans, for they cut through his colon like a chainsaw; otherwise, like the coyote being hunted relentlessly, they were surviving.  

Liberty's Sparkle (68)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (68)"
   
   Bobby Rook's bafflement further pressing upon his diseased body, offering cerebral confusion; next, Liberty, like a holy angel, stepped out of the tent, Spanky next to her, yawing saliva; then, finding an energy-granting tree, and lifting his territorial leg.  Anyway, Liberty's bare feet crunched over the Earth's surface till upon Bobby Rook, and as if telepathically reading his mind, she put a loving grip upon his wiry shoulder, saying:  "God is not the author of confusion."
   Bobby Rook stood up, slowly, having great pains in his gut; specifically, the lower right side of his abdomen; nevertheless, he got his corporeal counterpoise, and standing straight, looked upon Liberty's enchanted-green eyes lit by the Moon, stating:  "You really do have a gift."
   Liberty back with:  "I wish it would grant me some money." 
   Bobby Rook saying:  "But you have enough; plus, so much more."
   Liberty replied:  "It's just nice to have TRUE friends."
   Bobby Rook smiled, gently; next, Spanky joined the twosome in their caring and affectionate embrace.  

Liberty's Sparkle (67)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (67)"
    
   Saint Raphael, the physician of God, had departed from the mysterious Bobby Rook; however, the Arch-Angel took his prayers to the Father, Saint Raphael being One of the Divine Seven Who stand before the Throne of Him; regardless, Bobby Rook was made holy steel, like the monks before him, having the Iron Grip; plus, the Dim Mak of retaliation against the furious foes of injustice.
   But Bobby Rook wouldn't use it, turning his cheek, yet rebuking his brother, him not certified concerning being obedient to adhering towards the holy reins of God testing the righteous, yet Bobby Rook did, letting his master dominate his smooth couthness, as it is suggested.
   And that big neon glitter above the sacred camping ground, not being Spinoza-like Pantheism, or the bullshit of being a photon floating forever, yet a healed soul, saved from the scar of reptilian torture, so divine, so divine.
   All Bobby Rook knew was that Liberty was an allegorical Buffy the Vampire Slayer, freeing the demons from man, doing the just justice, and allowing him the jocularity of giving her an eternal grin towards the Face of Heaven, and a Holy King, His Feet positioned upon Terra's enchanted yet evacuated dream of angels and demons, having peace.  

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Liberty's Sparkle (66) PSALM 7

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (66)  PSALM 7"   
   
   PSALM 7:9-12 (KJV)
  
9)  Oh let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end; but establish the just:  for the righteous God trieth the hearts and reins.
10)  My defence is of God, which saveth the upright in heart.
11)  God judgeth the righteous, and God is angry with the wicked every day.
12)  If he turn not, he will whet his sword; he hath bent his bow, and made it ready.  

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   Bobby Rook, waaaay out in the Montana grasslands, on sacred camping ground, while Liberty snoozed sublimity, fell to his knees before the waxing Moon that God did so elegantly craft.  There, upon the purpose of Terra, knowing his was a time of trial, reached into his pocket for his bloodstone, the warrior's stone--Christ's blood dripping on the jasper of it all; next, Mr. Rook invoked Saint Raphael, the physician of God, having a sense of humor and love of dogs.
   There, Bobby Rook begged the Arch-Angel to pray for him.  To heal his broken heart and severed scrotum; plus, to forge his large intestine strong and mighty; regardless, while death was upon him, he turneth not away from God, yet praised the glory and power of it all--even if it killed him, knowing his last deeds would be in assisting sweet Liberty in carrying her cross of poverty.  And then he heard, or did he, Saint Raphael joke:  "At least she'll get a real kick out of you."
   Bobby Rook smiled in his anguish, replying:  "Amen."   

Liberty's Sparkle (65)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (65)"
   
Liberty had loved Tom with all her shimmering sparkle;
Still, she knew his eternal love desired her to at life:  revere and marvel;
Thus, she sold the mobile home for hardly any money,
And Bobby Rook did the same, knowing Liberty's honesty was as golden as honey;
Hence, the twosome, with Spanky along,
Took the hybrid Westwards, towards Montana's song--
There (The Last Best Place) lurked the Flathead Lake Monster, like urban legend cake;
Plus, the Phantom Hitchhiker of Black Horse Lake;
Moreover, they would purchase another mobile home in a state's economy ruled by agriculture,
And live a life of Platonic love, adoring the Holy Mother;
Also, have a sense of uncanny keen concerning things bizarre;
Indeed, it had already taken Liberty's freedom so weirdly far.  

Liberty's Sparkle (64)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (64)"
   
   Liberty immediately removed the dangling death of the noose, triumphantly tossing it in a wicker trash basket nearby, blurting:  "You won't be needing that, Rook."
   Bobby Rook eyed her with a soft grin, stood up, sauntered his way right up to her glowing face, grabbed her head, gently, from behind, feeling her long, golden ponytail, glared deeply and mysteriously into her glowing-green eyes, probing:  "What are we?"
   Liberty didn't back away, ingesting his soft, chocolate brown eyes, feeling the sorrow and lack of hope; next, she leaned in and kissed his full lips, mouth open just a bit, feeling his minty fresh air; then, she unlocked her lips, stepped back, and said:  "I don't know yet.  But it's like you're my brother or something.  Two hopeless souls meant to have no sibling rivalry, but a sweet, sophisticated synergy that sparks flames of faith divine."
   "That makes no sense."  Bobby Rook offered.
   Liberty was like all Valley Girl:  "Duh, only death makes sense.  So, we shall solve the mystery of life."
   Bobby Rook with:  "Which is?"
   Liberty professed:  "Loving everything, and driving the doom out of every soul."
   Bobby Rook back with:  "Bernie will probably lose, and Hillary has had a mortal head wound America has forgotten about, as well as the mention of it in Saint John's Book of Revelation."
   Liberty was like:  "Then we go all Buffy the Vampire Slayer, ya know."
   "I like that.  I like it plenty."  Bobby Rook grinning at his spiritual sister.