Loup Soup (6)

   
   "Loup Soup (6)"
   
   Indeed, like PREGO pasta sauce--it's in there.  Ninjutsu/Catholicism; plus, MKUltra and the Men in Black, controlled by non-sons of men; regardless, who was going to believe Jasper?  And he totally knew it.  Worked at a comic shop; moreover, could harness the abilities of the Canis lupus--it would be seen as bullshit.  But had buried documents, hand-crafted, all over his region of Nebraska--they would be unearthed someday, and priceless.
   In his crummy yet beloved garage building where he resided with his self-owning cat dubbed Boxer, he rubbed his Black Tourmaline, which was an approximate 7.5 on the Mohs scale, absorbing electromagnetic energy; however, he possessed nothing more than a scanner and transistor radio.
   Maybe he should tell Buster.  Guy was good-looking; thus, he should have no envy or jealousy, which drives the adders in angelic clothing to hate; nevertheless, they could have gotten to the Icelander.  They get to all of us, but not back when Lincoln was at the helm, though even he dabbled in pseudo-clairvoyance to help predict the Civil War's outcome, more than myriads of Yankee men perishing to free enslaved people, and they are never remembered.  Only the South still cares about that war--curious.   Ah, piss it all on an electric fence, like his teenage friend's father did, a Green Beret in Nam.  Had to get circumcised after that.  
   Jasper just started paging through his comic books, knowing nobody was to be trusted, or you trust who you have to.  Scrappy-Doo was never jealous of a bigger creature, or a smaller one.  Just had spunk and spirit.  Lucas' metaphor of Star Wars, yet we still don't listen.