Liberty's Sparkle (55)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (55)"
   
   The luminosity of Liberty and the frequently freaky Faye were still upon the chaise lounges, like an illiterate Prophet, waiting divinely for an Arch-Angel to wisely expound the hungered-after cuisine of literacy and introspective, mystical insight; moreover, the effulgent groove of a star-beaming slice of neon cheese did look down upon Terra's infamy; specifically, a Full Moon, making the girls (young ladies) crave the toxic injections of weird shit into long stretched pieces of teriyaki beef jerky. 
   Faye complained; specifically, she confessed:  "No rich man will ever love a freak like me."
   Liberty shot back, not to doom, nor to illuminate, yet to also confess her own Universe amid the Multiverse of other people serving and carrying a True Cross, saying:  "I can't give a man a baby; thus, I'm screwed, but not for the longevity of love."
   Faye was like:  "You're a hot blonde with mystical-green eyes--you'll get romanced."
   Liberty completed:  "Screw anything but True Love.  May an angel, only that I can see, covering his eyes with a part of his six wings to not view the Awesomeness of God, like Isaiah mentions concerning a hot coal and a scalding mouth, humbled by the humility of Seraphs--may that magnanimous creature love me."