Liberty's Sparkle (10)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (10)"
   
   This bizarre and sophomoric author doesn't wanna get into the female of it all, but represented, Liberty and Faye's girl (young woman) synergy was sublimity soaring.  Hell, a Midwestern song of the freakish and strong.  
   Spanky had a litter box, and took a symmetrical whiz within, aiming along the straight lines of Green Arrow's perfect pullback of the longbow, like a goatee and dandy mustache not making the CONNECT, but swirling upwards, in the direction of antiquated baseball players.
   And no, Liberty will not have a half-sister or half-brother display themselves in this non-lascivious literature, though speaking to things anthropological; specifically, Liberty needs nothing but glorious glee decided totally by God; thus, she looked to the Crucifix Mr. McQuade had gifted in her friendly direction; next, she knew everything was smooth and cool.
   Faye glimpsed the glimmer of that golden moment on Calvary, and some Catholics hate not taking it upon themselves with mortification of the senses, but Christ proclaims:  "No little brother, I want this burden--it is My Father's Will."
   And you give it to Him buster, after beating up on yourself for years, knowing the toughness of the Father, the bleeding heart of Christ, and the forever energy of possibly feminine love granted by the Holy Spirit, understanding the fundamentals of the Trinity, and being in a symmetrical sanctuary--a harbor of pulsating peace.
   Faye farted, and all things magnanimous were lost unto Spanky sniffing the toxic air, further creating a giggle-mode for the girls.