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   Zoe's true-love hunger to encompass Conner's heart led her to fight for her man, telling Dwayne and his fancy attire at the greasy garage, well--I'll put it into specs up against his Z-car, like this:
  
1970 LS6 (Lots of Speed) Chevelle.

Certain esoteric options provided, possibly:

450 Horsepower.

454 Cubic Inch behemoth.

500 lbs.-f.of torque.

Yet, would slide off of a curvy track;

Still,

On Big Block Highway--

Would even give a Boss 429 difficulty.

   Zoe didn't go on to say everything is relative.  Like a 1970 Boss 302 hitting 60 with ultra-swift agility, and yes, totally better on massaging the curves, for Dwayne's brain only considered style.
   Indeed, it is all relative, and again I usher in Mr. Miyagi:  "Wax on; wax off."  

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   Conner knew Christ's Words from the Book; specifically, the Good News of Matthew:  "God maketh the Sun rise on the good and the evil."
   And Conner could not fathom why we oppress a young Olympian, yes 32 is young, for age is relative, and to die at 33, like possibly did the Christ, well--that's a young death.
    Do not the two people running for President have iniquity within them?  Are they without any morsel of sin?  Dead bodies, possibly, along the way, or not?  Yet they will lead our country.  Who is more of an embarrassment to the United States?
   Pray for your enemies.  Ignite them towards God, Conner knew; thus, he prayed for Dwayne, even though the dude simply wanted to lay the pipe in Zoe's decency, and for selfish reasons.
   Conner would not fight.  Would let the fight erupt around him.  Would watch as fools not involved in gladiatorial sports swung their bullshit.  Any thug can fight in an alley.  The true, righteous man fights with energy.  With prayer in spirit.  With love and hope.
   Logic is for the fool.  Yet logic grants cash in America.  Yet Conner knew--there is an infinite number of possibilities, and his money was on Intelligent, Loving Design, for our better state of resonating karma--if that makes sense, and it probably doesn't.  
   

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   Simple axiom:  Horsepower sells cars; however, Torque wins races!!!
   Yeah, I liked the Japanese stuff; moreover, always had a fascination with Godzilla, especially when he fought King Kong--didn't like the part when King Kong swung him around by the tail, it kinda got me pissed.
   Anyway, so did this kid named Dwayne.  Fancy dresser.  Rich family.  Prestige simply handed to him.  And he had an eye on my daughter, Zoe.  This wasn't good for Conner or her.
   Came to her, boasting of his new Nissan Z, giving the specs, professing:  "3.7 liter with 332 horses pulling me, and a six-speed manual for quicksilver shifting."
   Zoe blew him off, and Conner just ignored him; nevertheless, like a pest, he kept coming to my garage, keeping his creepy eye on Zoe, flashing the dollar sign, that new God, that new wine in the hearts of us Americans.  I just prayed and believed that Zoe would continue blowing him off, or better yet, humble him with her 'Cuda.  

Big Trouble In Little China: It's All In The Reflexes

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   And at Mass, the threesome sat, humbled, obedient, ears hearing the celibate Priest, him keenly knowing how to energize that capability, boldly proclaim:  "Who is man to be proud of anything such as himself?  Did not the Intelligent Design of the Trinity forge you into existence?  Is not the mercy of the Son, the Author of Life?  And did not His Holy Spirit haunt King David, even as a boy?  I say--it happened, as goes, as you are here today, not among the society of Philistines."
   Upon exiting, Zoe, Max, and Conner went to the Waffle House.  There was a beetle in the leathery booth.  How God has a sense of humor, making so much of life a form of the beetle.
   Still, knowing God is Spirit, and to worship His Energy as such, the threesome were still a bit selfish, wanting to fine tune their muscle cars.  The power of torque, manipulating and causing potent rotation, something willing something into existence, and that first state, willed itself.
   How holy--the Trinity, and the muscle car.  

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   I was so happy to be home with Daddy.  Yet missed the scents and smells of the junkyard.  Spent my time working on my modified 'Cuda with the monster 383 block; plus, drag-racing Conner, just to 60, and for some reason--he always won.  That's me, Zoe, lost unto weird love.
   I always counted the days to the Full Moon.  When it wanes, things end--that can mean very bad things.  When it does wax, well, things get going--that can mean sublime things.  When it's FULL, I'm an American Foxhound!!!
   So, Daddy was so lovely.  Adored Conner, especially for not lusting over me, but treating me like a lady, for I treated him like a decent human being.  Didn't want his sex.  Didn't want his mind.  Just wanted to hang, and love him in that free-fall.  
   We all would take our muscle cars to Daddy's garage and work on them.  Conner and me got jobs delivering pizza.  We'd take home the crust and stuff, feeding it to the birds outside of Daddy's suburbia.  It was nice.  It was all so very, very nice.  

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   Me:  Max Barduff, yup--I knew some stuff.  We all might know some truth, but most of us are in it for ourselves.  One man drinks cause he's an alcoholic and likes to party and get dirty sex; on the contrary, one man drinks to survive, and kicks the shit out of the southern army.  God forgive us all.

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   But I knew Zoe was a dog; specifically, an American Foxhound.  Too, I knew Conner had more baggage, that he alone carried, than was mentioned by Zoe's observations of it all.
   His family.  The tricks.  The arrogance,  No confidence.  Hell, there was no other with more confidence, for Conner was the Iceman--it slid off of him, or he was too stupid to be depressed.
   Knew too he had bad shit in the gut.  Pooped on newspaper, like a dog.  Maybe that's why Zoe liked him.  Didn't think about getting laid.  Was raped by one woman, and it got to him.  The toxic gut, people always saying:  "You so skinny, boy."
   He should have known Christ commanded to rebuke, saying:  "You got an ugly countenance; plus, your heart is like unto worm-dirt."
   He carried his cross.  Had carried it for others.  Did what The Book had asked him to do.  Nobody knew.  Just kept putting him down, driving him to the junkyard.  He never stole.  He never failed to mortify his senses if wrong himself.  Do they?   Bleeding internally for years, and still that stupid grin, as if knowing:  at the hour of death, well, he's been there a few times.  Have you?  Will you cry when God puts the gun to your head?  Or will you save your tears for a loved one?  Which is wiser?
   I got out of my trance.  The energy was always there though.  You can't kill positive energy.  And the negative energy goes home in the end, to where it belongs.