Tangerine Ascendancy (1)

   
   "Tangerine Ascendancy (1)"
   
   Blaine was not your garden-variety vegetation god; moreover, he was an organic vegetation god, grown without pugnacious pesticides; furthermore, with ALL the beauteous best of pure fabric from HOME--God; specifically, the Source, the Light, knowing--taking a bit of home's solace and sanctuary was putting the Holy Spirit within, a piece of Home; a piece of the Light, asking:  "Heart of Jesus--source of ALL consolation, may you enter?"
   He worked in produce; specifically, handled the Rainbow Chard; plus, made sure to eat his canned beets, as his was a testicular problem, entering through the urethra, yet stamina by a force unseen, and a little cranberry powder here and there.
   He lived in a box, though not boxed, and drove a moped with power pedals, yet was more than that of Homo-sapiens, but superior in his four-breasted mutation, though his last girlfriend had chewed off his small little nipples underneath, attempting to milk him, but he was no cat, yet had some wild and wily dog in him.
   He had a buddy named Swede--a tall, Nordic fellow from an invaded country, but immigrating politely, learning the Declaration and the individuality of man, morphing into a true American, without bringing his home flag, and he didn't like tacos.  But Blaine liked the taco in the Nacho Doritos shell, and produced smooth bowel evacuation after the faster of funky food, waiting for the Easter Bunny to lay some platypus eggs.