Liberty's Sparkle (82)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (82)"
   
   The soft sense of humor ridden though religious man, Bobby Rook, a child of God, sat upon the futon within the mobile home, Spanky drooling loving slobber on his left; next, Liberty on his right, so gorgeously golden and without any cruel dents in her soul's illustrious essence.  And he merged these thoughts unto their inviolate synergy.
   As if picking up on the quasi-telepathy of it all, imbibing his never-to-be fantasies of high romance and wet, sloppy kisses, Liberty leaned her blonde, silky hair upon Bobby Rook's shoulder--his buzz cut immediately leaning against it, forging a united soul, a sublime synergy, and Spanky puked up a rancid pile of some microwave popcorn with sprinkle-laced cheese mixed in; as a result, now a Trinity of a situation, and the Seahawks were playing upon the pictures crafted by the black and white with rabbit ears, making an America so easy, without concussion, yet preserving the gladiators and the impoverished for who they are, and the risks we all take upon being birthed into this weird world.