Existence Womb (72)

   
   "Existence Womb (72)"
    
   Buck cut off his telepathic link with lovely, young Miriam.  Didn't want E.T. and their mega-minding probing to have spied upon the conversation; still, dogs and reptiles are much, much different--it's a fact of species.  Having a language, telepathically, that sincerely varied from one other.
   Too, Miriam had the Tungsten implant.  And there was no concern for the Templar werewolf to worry.  Hell, G. Gordon Liddy wouldn't give a rat's ass--in fact, he captured and killed a rat, eating its hind-quarter to escape any inner phobia; plus, Christ, Wicca, and Mr. Liddy had a singular axiom in their possession--it was Will; moreover, Christ's peace, and Wicca with the mantra:  "Do no harm."
   Thus, Buck looked into the Holy Spirit's Eyes, that female dove, igniting him wolfways, ornamenting him with much dog power, and a mysticism beyond the art of fable.
   His clothes torn to pieces on the floor, Buck willed himself to pass through the steel door, denying its metaphysical properties by harnessing the Trinity's assisting glory.  Next, he could smell sweet Miriam.  Her intact virginity, her fear, her wily sense of humor--and it was on.
   Running down the hall on all fours, he dodged guards and absorbed their useless gunfire; next, took a chunk outta a couple assholes, them brainwashed to serve an iniquitous, secret society of America, keeping the truth with uncouth, instead of doing the Ronald Reagan, giving us a chance to know and fight.
   Then, the sublimity and monstrous might of the tame werewolf knocked Miriam's padded cell door down and saw her surprise, wrapped in a straight jacket.  He wanted to say something cool through his wolfy fangs, but as a now American, influenced slightly by modern art and film, all he could think to verbally offer was:  "Come with me if you want to live."