Monday, January 2, 2017
Loup Soup (13)
"Loup Soup (13)"
At the coffee shop, glaring into the eyes of each other, knowing only: AGAPE.
There was no tension. No carnal cravings to thrust and mush. Yet a love of humanity and the only One, True God. A chance of growing old. Suffering together as a Holy Family on the Cross, with only confession by way of something greater than faith--knowing. Knowing that true love, in a higher form does eternally and truly exist, outside of the box of time, which Christ split in half by way of his beautiful birth.
Nevertheless, Alicia played with her hair. And Jasper licked his lips--if only out of anticipation for a gregarious gel of agape.
His wolf was tame and domesticated, following a mentally mad Francis, him having served a year in the gore-smeared Crusades; next, transformed into a holy man, always saluting a priest before an angel, knowing you must eat of the body; plus, drink of the blood--if you want forever.
Then, Alicia said: "I think I'd like to take a ride on your motorcycle."
"To where?" Jasper asked.
She didn't answer, but knew: his heart.
Loup Soup (12)
"Loup Soup (12)"
Adorned in his Hawkeye Pierce-like Hawaiian shirt; plus, his crappy winter jacket bought at a thrift shop and with loose khaki pants hanging over his moccasins, Jasper throttled his Ninja 300 to the local coffee shop, where he was to meet Alicia for their date. He harnessed none of the nefarious aspects of the Canis lupus, yet only the loyal and lethally-loving sublimity of Saint Francis' friend, which the Saint hung out with for an approximate two years. Still, Jasper was worried about conversation, making sure he wouldn't bring up Squirrel Girl and how to hide your nuts for the winter, thinking Alicia might think him perverted, when in fact--he was only wily and weird.
On the other hand, Alicia decked herself out in preppy fashion. Though the French girl, armed with dual citizenship had no real money, her simply working at the local gas station--she did own some designer jeans, cool Nancy Sinatra boots, and a fashionable sweater hued in the frequency of aqua-blue, which she ornamented herself in, covering the conservative ensemble with a denim jacket to match her jeans.
Alicia was a bit anxious as well, for she had been crushing on the shifty Jasper for quite a while; hence, she used her French Catholicism to invoke Saint Joan of Arc for courage in speech, yet humility in bodily persuasion, her wanting true love, and not a mere roll in the hay, knowing intrinsically that Jasper was out for only true love as well.
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Loup Soup (11)
"Loup Soup (11)"
Jasper, though in his mid-forties, had never been on a date before. Had always lived with his Grandma until she passed, leaving him a collection of Hawaiian shirts, some old-printed Savings Bonds, and Boxer the cat--better than bubkes. He had loved Grandma so much, and even though she had passed on--he wrote her letters of adoration everyday in his bizarre diary, for she had been the only biological family the man had ever known. Anyway, he called his boss Buster, the tall and handsomely blonde Icelander over for some dating advice. Buster was astonished that the reclusive Jasper would ask for anything, yet happy to see that the weird, little man was coming out of his teenage turtle shell. Hopefully, this would be a great New Year for the dude, and he would finally develop a Napoleon Dynamite Complex. So, the twosome sat in Jasper's garage-converted home, and even the Icelander was cold.
BUSTER
I can't believe you live like this dude. And you've never been on a date? What, are you a monk?
JASPER
Never got around to it--was always taking care of Grandma, and I have trouble evacuating my bowels in public. Have to go on newspaper like a dog, and on pseudo-sacred territory. But never the front page, for that would be strange.
BUSTER
What a confession. And I always knew you were a werewolf. That seems a werewolf thing to do--I mean crap while in a squat-like position, and on newspaper.
JASPER
Just tell me what I should wear boss?
BUSTER
Do you have any shirts besides those Hawaiian ones? No, wait! If she decided to go out with you, having always seen you in them; then, just wear one with plenty of flowers, like Magnum always did on that cool television show. Damn, you're a weird one.
JASPER
But I like to think I got some couth.
BUSTER
And a total will to be weird, but I think it comes natural to you. You are a true freak--in the most flattering of terms I mean.
Boxer the cat entered through his kitty door, giving Buster a suspicious look; next, meowed for some more albacore tuna and spicy mustard. Jasper obeyed his best friend.
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