Jazzmin Flush (7)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (7)"
   
   Jazzmin Flush sways Thomas to elegantly exit the less than modest trailer, entering outside--into the daystar shimmer divinely dancing about the City of Angels.  Once outside, Thomas ignites a Cuban, cherry-flavored cigar, puffing away on the tobacco magic, one arm against the trailer to get his land legs back.   
  
THOMAS
It is time to be positive; negativity always attempts to tear the lovely world down, and Terra needs optimism on Her surface.
  
JAZZMIN
There ya go guy.
  
THOMAS
Yeah--it's Survival of the Wolfish!
  
JAZZMIN
What?  Darwin you talk'n?
  
THOMAS
People hear that and they loathe the lame.  Let them die.  They're weak and useless; thus, the wolfish thrive, intoxicating Mother Earth with selfishness, believing themselves canonized by greatness--when it's all a Divine Quiz or something.  But truly, Survival of the Superb should exist within a City of God.  Laying down your life force for the lame, igniting them and their wise knowledge of having known neglect; next, they become someone's friend till the very end, perpetuating the truly awesome. Greater love hath no man--
  
JAZZMIN
That lay down his life for another.
  
THOMAS
And to ponder--I once smacked my nephew with a copy of TOM SAWYER, but now I know I could have inspired him to read it instead of forcing him to do so.  
  
JAZZMIN
You like tacos?  Your sister and me use plenty of yummy guac.