Jazzmin Flush (20)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (20)"
   
   Jazzmin Flush danced with dexterity workways, magically moving with fun flash and cool kick--liking herself in heart-shaped love; on the contrary, Girthy Gilda and Fredrica were weeping woefully within the grease-fumed taco truck; next, they spilled the sadistic news.
   Last night, Thomas was mutilated--rancorously ruined were Fredrica's words through a tear-stained face.  Vicious thugs shadowed Thomas to his humble trailer where they then brutally beat his facial features in, breaking bone and rearranging cartilage; furthermore, they knocked his screaming scrotum northwards, up into his entrails, and left a note for Jazzmin Flush, it salaciously saying:  YOU DO NOT DESERVE LOVE--NOR HIM!!!
   Jazzmin Flush crashed down in anxious tears, like Christ crying for a fallen Lazarus, wishing bodily regeneration, yet knowing Thomas was, most likely, even more crippled for life.  But, with love's telepathy, hearing Thomas at the hospital, she wisely surmised the optimism of the forever-fluxing Holy Spirit--it or Thomas mumbling:  "Canis lupus arctos.  Canis lupus arctos.  Spirit wolf, into me without the mammalian terror of pure carnivore.  Platinum form of Canis lupus arctos; Spirit of God . . ."