Jazzmin Flush (13)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (13)"
   
   Girthy Gilda had a plan.  A mystical, madcap-like idea to infuse the wicked with God's Good and Glamorous Ghost; however, it involved downloading every BARNEY MILLER episode on the holo-vid that sang to life on the airwaves during the Jimmy Carter Administration.  Girthy Gilda was imperative in her adoration of BARNEY MILLER.  "Every metaphor for life can be contained in a BARNEY MILLER episode."
   Jazzmin Flush, Fredrica, and Thomas were a bit baffled.  They were modern folk, and not into viewing historical comedies from the dinosaur that was television; at the same time, they appreciated Girthy Gilda's wisdom, it being a VERB, a meaning in action:  Knowing what is RIGHT; next, doing what is RIGHT--it all beginning with fear and reverence for God and the Otherworld.
   "So, what will BARNEY MILLER do for our adversarial trolls?"  Jazzmin Flush asked.
   Girthy Gilda smirked, not cruelly.  "Teachable moments minus true incarceration."
   And that was that.  Taking the levitation magic of the public transport train--it having wheelchair access; plus, allowing nicotine ingestion to calm and soothe the anxious, tobacco being a healing balm for the uncomfortable aspects of social rancor--this was modern, angelic engineering.  So, once anchored in Girthy Gilda's one bedroom shanty, the foursome squeezed comfortably inside, sweetly enjoying the taco sweat of each other, and Thomas found access to an episode of BARNEY MILLER were a man wends werewolfways before being exorcised by Barney's merciful patience.
   "This is our intent, to unchain the wicked, resisting not their evil, but allowing it entrance into ourselves--there it will gel with our Holy Spirit-infused souls, biting the empyreal dust."  Girthy Gilda giggled, igniting an unfiltered LUCKY STRIKE.