Weredog Tart (32)

   
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   Things were moving swiftly along with a quicksilver exodus from summer school for Siria and Lance; specifically, the teenage twosome had finished their academic purgatory, passed, and now both ready to receive their diplomas.  
   Noah and Mandy McGee were not proud, for what came next for their children?  Regardless, the adolescents were not worried about the states of their future, not putting pressure on themselves, yet still capable of crafting metaphorical diamonds--in the sense that Siria was ready to open up to Lance concerning her weredog status.
   Would he tell?  Be fabulously freaked and want to be turned, forever in touch with the supernatural himself?  And furthermore, Siria pondered the government, werewolf hunters, and all the uncanny things mentioned in the wisdom of the perpetually pondering underground.
   Still, she knew it wise to trust her best buddy.  To show him her canine suavity.  Hell, to marry the guy and wend Westwards, where freedom lurked by those thirsting to live a more antiquated and idealistic lifestyle among that mystical, American geography.  
   Sometimes, less is more, like Idaho or Oregon, and what wise fools do not look to the nature of the Northwest?   West is water, and North is Terra; thus, combine the two, and a magical sense of power takes hold of the traveler, him having an intrinsic arsenal of all the weapons and tools needed to survive within the mystic groove of things bizarre, forbidden to regular men, them phobic concerning Crusade, wanting an American Dream long lost save for the selfish, them misers miserably praising with lips, yet hearts as black as coal.

New Moon: August 2nd, 2016

   
   "New Moon:  August 2nd, 2016"
   
   Totally, Reagan had astrological intent and guidance when meeting with Mikhail Gorbachev; moreover, over freaking nuclear weapons; regardless, I am not that potent of a toxic avenger; nevertheless, there is truth and falsehoods in all things, yet a singular truth from the Son of David, in a sense.
   This August, on the 2nd--the New Moon in Leo, offering you chances at loyalty, creativity, dignity, and courage.  And after the New Moon--it does WAX, growing brighter and stronger, offering you more motherly intensity till birthed Full and Born again.
   The Virgin Mary with the Moon at Her feet--many historical depictions, showcasing purity and perfection--if we give Her a chance to offer the True reflection of Her Son.  
    

Weredog Tart (31)

   
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   Siria was a bit disturbed that Lance had to go onto the anti-psychotics; moreover, that he had to read ALL of Ulysses in just a trinity of days; still, she was there to be a special friend and help her best buddy out--that's what dogs do.
   Furthermore, Siria was a bit pissed at Mr. Joyce, the author, for not kneeling down and praying for his mother when she was sick, but knew that Catholicism was always on the tip of his pen.  How can a man truly resist the love of Christ?  Come on now!
   Not your garden-variety demigod, but Son of the Most Mighty and True God of the Multiverse, tempted by the Adder with fortune, fame, pleasures, and Jesus was like:  "Nope."  Next, the Adder is like:  "Who is this guy?"
   Then, the angels came and ministered to Christ.
   Anyway, it wasn't a tough read after all.  And with a shamrock heart, Lance, even though a bit slow, engaged the literature with super sophistication, getting the Irish jive of it all.  It doesn't matter if you're small, as long as you got SPIRIT, especially the Holy Spirit.
   And who would want to tangle with G. Gordon Liddy or Bruce Lee?  That's a proud man's axiomatic defeat.
   Next, the two teens went out for some yogurt, getting the good bacteria; then, prepared for the next session of summer school; indeed--it was the dog days of summer.  

Weredog Tart (30)

   
   "Weredog Tart (30)"
   
   Lance was freaked; specifically, bad to the bone.  Put on anti-psychotics for his Catholic guilt concerning a link to his dead Dad; plus, summer school hit him with linguistic weird hardcore--he had to read Ulysses in a trinity of days, catch up, and remember the Irish bard who blew away the documenting English and their first class knowledge of it all, but they are wise concerning research on the pineal gland--them Brits know the brain of man.
   Lance was seeing spiders, especially a big, hairy tarantula crawling in his bedroom every morn when he woke.  A feminine entity, offering words, words, words; plus, more words.  And he dived deep into the doom of Leopold Bloom, but she loved him, yes, she loved him.
   Regardless, a misfit and malcontent, Lance had Siria.  Had a female friend taking him to the highest peaks of sublimity--in that she was freaking hot; moreover, a delicious tart, yet not adulterous in any Internet fashion; thus, he embraced her upon greeting urban Pittsburgh and the scent of steel now absent, though resonating with redemption, for futurity holds all the past in its loving hands.
   And what better than a hot girl that was a dog, a paradoxical perfume worn by the Otherworld, and he knew it best to be humbled and entertained by the beauty of creation.   

Weredog Tart (29)

   
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Siria--her mother a cerebral astronomer;
Specifically, beyond Spinoza's Pantheism--no Bush League commoner;
Moreover, knowing that a Divine Justice System axiomatically exists,
Made her corporeal exodus, some might say, with a fool's blind bliss;
Nonetheless, nothing more dangerous than a fool for Christ,
As was Saint Francis--so adoring of Brother Wolf and totally iced--
It all reflects back on them, as justice goes,
For nothing outshines the Godhead--This in all colors, perpetually glows,
If sown on the fertility of eternal life,
Not swiftly scattered on the thorns of a promiscuous wife,
And while we all fall short of the Glory of God--
The purchase is merely a penny, costing a singular, honest nod.   

Weredog Tart (28)

   
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Siria wended her somewhat wily way
To her room--so that she could devoutly meditate on the Rosary and further pray,
Knowing:  She had complete Absolution
Due to Corpus Christi and His loving institution;
Moreover, happy that Advent, after summer and autumn would be on Its Merry Way,
For Saint Nicholas of Myra and them bags of gold down the chimney would stay;
Next, Siria would give herself plenty of personal mirth and merry,
Showing the Virgin's Mirror of Justice to things so falsely scary.  

Weredog Tart (27)

   
   "Weredog Tart (27)"
   
   Lance was not at summer school, due to his Dad's funeral and such; moreover, Siria was again jeered and bullied, and even though a weredog now, she felt crappy and weak.  Not angry, just withered, like unto a wilting flower, or the true meaning of her name and reality of it all--a star-system, so bright, reminding of dogs being chased by malicious mailmen; alas, she went home to her Dad (Noah) in tears; next, the conversation began on the safety of an American home's sofa.

SIRIA
I hate my name Dad!  The kids are still calling me a terrorist, and I hate all the evil and violence in the world; however, I am guilty too.  And I wanna change my name to something normal, like Lucy, after Saint Lucy, her having saved her mother; then, not long ago, robbers stole her body or head or something.  Ugh, the world is so vile.  And the political climate.  Is Hillary a crook?  Is Trump like what the Prophet Daniel saw, the North driving the South out; next, the East gets involved?  SHIT DAD, I'm so freaked by everything!!!

NOAH
Well, the world does seem to be falling apart.  But keep your head up kiddo.  Lance seems like a nice friend--a swell Irish kid who is bruised himself.  You two will have a sublime synergy.  And it's only a month or so before the Steelers take to the turf.

SIRIA
But the freaking politics!  The fake religious people, those who haven't mortified their senses or revered God with fear.  And is He not the only one to fear?

NOAH
Yup.  So don't worry.  Just stay on His team.  King David slaying Goliath for bad-mouthing God is kinda a metaphor.  Men can kill evil giants, and Buffy can slay vampires and demons.  So, be tough, and put your faith in the Trinity.

SIRIA
That's it--I should change my name to Trinity.

NOAH
That me be a little weird too honey.

   Siria dropped her head and growled in despair.