Head over feet with lyrics by Alanis Morisette

Crystalline Cool (19)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (19)"
   
   Duncan and Aimee hopped into the El Camino, Roadkill nesting in the truck portion; next, they cruised into the bruised and beaten down town, so small but strong in spirit, housing a variety of rednecks (some nice/some not), Native Americans, and all the colors of the promising rainbow.
   Duncan pulled the Royal Road ride of his into a coffee-shop parking lot, it exuding a slow ooze of poverty yet sublimity that birthed simplicity, and after exiting the vehicle, Roadkill intrinsically knew to stay grounded and keep guard.  So, the twosome swiftly walked like weird angels into the coffee shop where Aimee ordered a cup of java, hot and black; next, Duncan ordered some white tea with a kiss of spearmint.
   They listened as the other customers talked politics, being hypnotized by their electronic devices and social media accounts, and sincerely distracted from the reality of eternal life granted by a poor Rabbi.
   The guy behind Duncan angrily yelled into his pseudo-smart phone:  "Trump is an idiot.  The Clintons are crooks.  They got no damn hookers or massage parlors in this town--I can't take my life."
   Aimee broke the silence between her and Duncan, softly saying:  "If they only knew what Mary said concerning Christ--Her saying in the Good News to do what Her Son says."
   Duncan looked confused, but wasn't, asking:  "You know Scripture?"
   Aimee was like:  "I told ya--I've turned over the entire library in this town.  And just so you know--if you don't want to engage in intercourse, that's cool with me.  But maybe we could take a gentle shower and wash each others' hair."
   Duncan thought about it.  About innocent touch.  No temptation.  Saw the honesty in Aimee's eyes; indeed, it sounded like an innocent love-make; hence, he agreed.  And they heard Roadkill howling outside, turning their attention to the ignition of acceptance. 

Crystalline Cool (18)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (18)"
   
   Duncan got aboard his oxidized El Camino, Roadkill jumping into the truck section of the counterpoised automobile, and the young man piloted his way into the pastoral valley of it all, seeking out Aimee for honest conversation.  Upon arriving at her trailer park, he put the vehicle in park, cranked her off, and Roadkill howled announcement.  Almost immediately, Aimee exited her simple trailer, adorned in jeans, tennis shoes, and a lovely sweater that complimented her cascading blonde and emerald-green eyes.  They shined upon Duncan as he opened the El Camino's door and sauntered towards her lovely direction--they embraced, and she smelled of roses and internal beauty.
   Next, he became very direct, standing back and informing her:  "Aimee, I don't know if I'm ready for a carnal relationship."
   Aimee laughed with mere mirth and no wicked enchantment, just a simple, loving laugh, letting Duncan know that she adored him; then, she blurted:  "You're so much like the character Shaggy from Scooby-Doo--you and that dog of yours with the funky name."
   Duncan, clumsy in speaking, retorted:  "But I don't have a goatee."
   Aimee said:  "You could grow one."
   Duncan back with:  "I'm half Apache.  I'm not good at growing facial hair."
   Aimee laughed, hugged him to her chest, giggling the words:  "Oh Duncan, how I love your youthful spirit.  You are such a child, and it is a wondrous thing."
   Duncan blushed, and Roadkill gave a groovy howl.  

1983 Chevy Monte Carlo SS

   
   "1983 Chevy Monte Carlo SS"
   
   Not having the muscle car magazines of my adolescence, I'm putting these specs and performance levels together based on different resources; thus, there are facts here; however, approximations as well.  I was a bit disenchanted with this muscle car's performance; still, I would love to possess one, just for the sleek and symmetrical style of the vehicle.  Here we go:  
  
RWD--an automatic, with a 3-speed gearbox. 

5 liter, having overhead valves, and an 8-cylinder; moreover, 2 valves per cylinder.

Horsepower:  180.

Torque:  225 or 230 ft-lb.

0-60:  8 Seconds.

Quarter Mile Gallop:  16 Seconds.

Top Speed:  Theoretically, around 120 Miles-Per-Hour.   

Full Beaver Moon--November 14

   
   "Full Beaver Moon--November 14"
   
   This month's Full Moon will be a Perigee Moon (Super-Moon); specifically, totally close to Mother Earth, kinda/sorta beaming with the brightest luminosity concerning the Sun's radiant shine since 1948.
   Also known as the Beaver Moon to early colonists and certain Native Tribes, for it was time to tame the Beaver, getting as much fur for warmth as imaginable, before the glacial times approached; thus, some Native Americans referred to it as the Full Frost Moon.
   It's always sublime to appreciate the Heavens and make the Lord your refuge; otherwise, controlled and dominated by the sour axioms of the fallen.
   Binoculars, if you don't have a telescope, will allow for a luminous look at the Moon's surface, but even to the naked eye, this Full Moon, weather permitting, will be glorious to behold, outshining so many Super-Moons of the past.    

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1968 Camaro Z28

   
   "1968 Camaro Z28"
  
   Camaro in French is slang for friend; moreover, in pony-car talk, it kinda/sorta means:  Mustang Slayer.  Almost identical to the 1967 version, the 1968 Camaro has new rear-side marker lights; plus, a superior suspension.  Here are some approximate and totally accurate levels of specs and performance levels--here we go:
  
RWD--4-speed gearbox.

301.6 Cubic Inches.

Holley 4-barrel carburetor.  

Horses:  290.

Torque:  290 lb-ft.

0-60:  6.9 Seconds.

Quarter Mile Sprint:  15 Seconds.

Top Speed:  130 Miles-Per-Hour.