Jazzmin Flush (69)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (69)"
   
   The neon lines, resonating, barfing out the delicious past and its stink never cleaned up by the low income Mexicans--it was--futurity/now--beyond.  All gelling for America's once-dreamed purpose, yet iniquity still lurks within as Ronald Raygun instructed the world.  And Jazzmin didn't entirely loathe Rascal as she dreamed, giggling, laughing, feeling the precious pins and needles of moderate pain and elation--from sins and more sins--these necessities of life.  Yet, things soooooooo fun, if you let them.  And Thomas slurping her into consciousness with his almost fuchsia-hued tongue, now happily licking her, bringing the gold open in her California eyes, them crowned  by an almost brunette brow, giving Jazzmin Flush the perfect symphony of religious counterpoise.  It's good to love the superlative God.