Fox Biddable (23)

   
   "Fox Biddable (23)"
   
   Jenny McGee and Clovis Bloom were in Jenny's economically-inclined Honda, for Clovis couldn't handle the responsibility of driving an automobile due to the perpetuity of ringing in the ears, as if he was picking up the higher frequencies concerning the supernatural; also, they were parked at a SONIC, in the Nashville neon of night, her eating a chili dog--and NO, this did not carnally arouse him; moreover, he brought his own bottled water; plus, innocently chewed gum after a session of heavy hand sanitization; then, the conversation sparked after Jenny let out a bullfrog burp.

JENNY
Scuze me--that went down a little rough.  And she blushed a bit, remembering to focus on her fox, fitting in with stealthy camouflage; however, she felt so much liberty around Clovis.

CLOVIS
No biggie.  I'm busy anyway, smelling the resonation of your chili beans.

JENNY
Are you gonna puke or something?  Serious concern on her face.

CLOVIS
No.  I'm focusing my mind, putting it inside the 1980's novel, Lando Calrissian and the Mindharp of Sharu.  My Dad bought it for me in 1983, and I'm way too old to be Disney Star Wars, knowing the original film company wanted Chewbacca to wear pants.

JENNY
You're a nerd--but I like it, for you're a mongoose too.  Swell counterpoise you got going.

CLOVIS
It's part of my charm.

JENNY
Wanna make out?

CLOVIS
You wouldn't happen to have any Listerine, would you?

   Jenny's garnet green eyes sparkled with both curiosity and amazement--it was all good.  

Fox Biddable (22)

   
   "Fox Biddable (22)"
   
   Clovis Bloom was back in the shrink's office, doing it non-Freudian style, sitting face to face with the introspective physician.  The twosome then ignited the therapeutic talk.  
  
SHRINK
So, what's been going on Clovis?

CLOVIS
Well, I've figured out some of my phobias concerning the drama of why I haven't engaged in intercourse yet, but I'll save that for another time.  Right now--I'd like to talk about algebra.

SHRINK
Algebra?

CLOVIS
Yup--I didn't know what the hell was going on in high school algebra.  I was so confused.  Numbers and letters next to each other make no sense to me.  So, my Dad got me this tutor, but all he did was chew ice in my ear and call me George; next, my high school teacher told me I could either get my act in line, or go home and watch All My Children.

SHRINK
What did you do?

CLOVIS
I went home and watched All My Children.  Hell, I tried for years to get it, with everything I had--it was just so ambiguous to me.  Nobody knows how hard I tried.  So, I became my own pedagogue, reading Shakespeare, who might actually be Sir Francis Bacon, and while no student is above his teacher, I now ponder if I'm above myself or not.  And buffet food creeps me out.  Never eat from anything that has a sneeze guard, for a sneeze can travel twenty feet, wending its way faster than light speed, and full of creepy cooties.

SHRINK
I'm gonna up your anti-psychotics.  You may develop some twitching.

CLOVIS
G-r-e-a-t . . .

Cranberries Zombie ( lyrics )

Fox Biddable (21)

   
   "Fox Biddable (21)"
   
   It was Saint Patrick's Day, and Jenny McGee was confident in the Patron Saint of Ireland; specifically, happy to get her Lucky Charms on, dream about Notre Dame football, and even pleased that her Dad could get drunk so much yet never have a carnal fantasy concerning her--people know things, if we'd get our heads out of our cell phones; plus, wake up and smell the Folgers.
   So, working the bar/pub/joint on a true Catholic Holiday--in her truth at least, she felt like a scrapper, and was not gonna take crap from the big-mouthed drunks, them walking over the meek, taking advantage of pure love, hating the poor in spirit, and not seeking after righteousness but themselves, yet tonight--she'd seek righteousness.
   There was a guy with an over-sized cranium that was pestering her.  Kept saying how cool he was, and that he was a big money man--all while she was trying to pour beer.  She just kept smiling, doing her laboring duties, but as she didn't answer, he shouted:  "Why would I want to be with a simple bartender anyway--I'm a rich man!"
   Jenny knew that her corporeal traits did outshine his mundane demons; moreover, she had luminous light inside, while he was filled with the vacuous darkness.  Therefore, she was gonna snap at him, but smiled and told her manager to get rid of him, cutting him off, saying she wouldn't serve him anymore due to his rude intoxication levels; next, went out the back door into the alley, glaring at a waning Moon, so innocently sublime, radiating the Sun's kiss back at her with a sister's loving care.   

Dances With Wolves - Wolf Scene -- Lt John Dunbar Receives his Sioux Nam...

She's Country - Jason Aldean (Lyrics)

Fox Biddable (20)

   
   "Fox Biddable (20)"
   
   Healing Eagle was back at his picnic table on the Rosary Beads, knowing it was the forgiving season of a Lamb's Lent; at the same time, as it was a Friday, he meditated upon much odious neglect and insidious abuse, and while a good crowning with thorns may invoke "love of humiliations" upon us, he knew the Great Spirit had gelled with him on this day to showcase the more savage side of a mighty Christ, a true God/true man--One able to endure tremendous torture and still sweetly smile into the Heavens and upon His immaculate Mother.  
   The Virgin-Phobia of the day, Her mentioning two thousand years ago that She would always be remembered, and She is--more statues of Her are forged than American Flags, and God comes even before a soldier's country, which Saint Joan of Arc knew, but loving her France as well, and in that country the negative blood type is not like unto a niddering, but displays itself with the powerful potency of mystical voices.
   But back to the Queen of ALL Virgins, as She is the Ark of the Covenant, holding the Living Torah in Her inviolate womb, which held real POWER.  And as Moses offered the true LAW, knowing it brought life, so did She offer true LAW, knowing it brings life.  Yet people are ignorant of their theology, always entering into another's house without Christ's knowledge to bless or salute it, breaking the Beatitudes, which of course most, again, are ignorant of, only blessing themselves.  
   Yet as Ezekiel saw the anti-gravity craft and the Four Living Creatures within, before the invention of science fiction, he was told near the river Chebar that a man must turn from his self-serving ways and embrace virtue, without which--there is no life; therefore, follow the true LAW, and no worries; otherwise, bibble loudly in someone's house when they offer you wafers and you have monkey protein in your blood, yet you can still turn to the Law, having a macrosmatic knowledge of the real wafer--the non-symbolic Flesh of  Christ; next, Healing Eagle came upon the ten remaining beads, contemplating the gore-spiked Crucifixion, weeping like unto a child, and believing that he was not the center of the Multiverse, but knowing every man is the face of Grandfather, him having carried us in the sac of his allegorical scrotum before time itself, us being a candle intended to forever flicker lovingly, save for those angrily annihilated by abortion.  But Christ forgives ALL--if we follow Him.