Jazzmin Flush (83) "Gnarly"

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (83)"  "Gnarly"
   
   Jazzmin Flush was not crushed concerning her circumstance of being on the boyfriend lam with the seductively sick Merlin Pope; moreover, ignoring Thomas' telepathic, canine howls in her head, begging her to arrive at her common senses, the California girl blocked him by way of being bizarrely bought and purchased by the gnarly danger of it all.  Pope and her along the rocky shore in the Pacific Northwest, watching many an Orca dive from the cold water, before summoning their fleshy selves downwards into their aquatic turf.  
   
MERLIN
This is nice.  A fine young female and her escaped, deranged, and yet dashing middle-aged manfriend.

JAZZMIN
Cut it out Pope--I'm just figuring things out is all.

MERLIN
I think you dig the danger.  Young, fertile lass alongside a man that offers feline femininity; plus, the bold, saddle-riding determination of true man.

JAZZMIN
Are you trying to brag on your carnal abilities?

MERLIN
No--I am not good in bed.  What did Christ say in the Gospels?  Nothing is "good" save God.  As a result, I am weird, pulsating into the other, drawing their crushing wave out of them, and into me.

JAZZMIN
A real soul sucker.  Great.  Now lets talk about something else save sex.

MERLIN
Am I making you blush dear Jazzmin?

JAZZMIN
Don't feel honored or special or anything dude.  I blush easily.

   Merlin simply smiled and looked away to the unearthly Orca.  Jazzmin Flush bit her lip; next, blushed.   
  

Jazzmin Flush (82)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (82)"
    
    Merlin Pope smoked a little dope; alas, meeker, performance-enhanced, and cosmically philosophical; regardless, he was still Mister Merlin Pope, and may no medicine ever alter those feline eyes, or that potent John Wayne swagger of mouth, or his cat-like dexterity to dodge and defy the angel of death--on his own tenacious terms too.
   Okay, okay--yes!  Jazzmin Flush, as a young female and very incarnate--had physical attraction to the creepy dude, cause she knew he had uncanny OCD and was meticulously clean.  The guy would not tolerate jungle rot, burning incense over the area, and igniting the neutral angels through reverent invocation to heal his affected dermis.  True, genuine ladies--like clean guys, and, they can be bad boys with feline eyes.  Thus, Jazzmin Flush was physically curious, smitten, and yet as a hard-core, underground Catholic, repulsed by Mister Merlin Pope.
  They sat on the levitation train together, reaching Oregon northwards; plus, the quack of ducks and blazers never trailing, fueled by the fire of the Holy Spirit--and Jazzmin hoped she was too; verily indeed, wherever this weird adventure was leading, if she ended up in bed with Pope; next, she'd probably kill herself, and it would kill Thomas too.  

Jazzmin Flush (81)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (81)"
    
   Jazzmin Flush was in a ruthless rush--to get away from Thomas.  Not we should be friends chatter and all that hurtful jazz; alas, without packing a single item, attempting to rely completely and solely on the Holy Spirit lighting her retreating fire, she walked underneath the purple sunset of Los Angeles, knowing the crescent Moon would soon shine bright and that Thomas, her frigid love, would wend wolfways, if only in his dreams as he transcended the garden-variety werewolf.
   So, with less than bravado to back her up, just meek confidence and some lip gloss in the front pocket of her jeans, she pulled down tight her Dodger cap, and with intent eyes, boarded the levitation train out of the city, needing her own time for a bit, to reflect, draw unicorns in notebooks with glossy, sparkly ink, and forge wondrous prose for the sometimes vile vagrants locked within a dystopian society.
   The levitation train, magnetized, partially to the tracks, shot her away with muscle and mercury, Jazzmin twisting knots in her flowing gold, chewing nails downwards, and then as if Gomer Pyle with fantastically feminine eyes, and yet wearing a potent male aura, Merlin Pope emerged, sitting softly down next to her, uttering:  "Surprise, surprise, surprise."
   Jazzmin wasn't prone to profane utterances herself, yet let the uncouth goose loose, verbally spouting:  "Oh shit--is this gonna take long?"
   Merlin Pope grinned, but with discomfort, feeling Jazzmin's odd attraction towards him, a creepy crush of some sorts; thus, knowing their was possible soul-washing entrance, he suggested:  "We should run away together.  I really could use true youth and sonic beauty; plus, a lap dance every so often."
   Jazzmin Flush offered no response and felt no disgust.  Maybe she should just be a tramp.  To hell with whatever love she sought in life--go get some.  But whatever, nothing bothered her now.  Just riding a train with a sicko.  Indeed, for all her quasi-asceticism--she had a sense of adventure after all.  

Jazzmin Flush (80)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (80)"
   
   Jazzmin Flush did conclude--nothing.  Lost to a whirlwind of weird from Merlin Pope; plus, nagged by Thomas' ultra-carnal intentions into sharing his divine energy with her in corporeal fashion, merging and making her become a synergy with the dandy dude.  Yup--she adored the arctic wolf, but violation of her carnal fears; her puristic ability to see why Christ addressed women in the New Testament as simply:  WOMAN!  He did!  Knowing their intentions, for they were incarnate--in the freaking flesh!!!  And hence, they must be bothered by the lust in their loins--but, is intercourse ever not lascivious?  Would it always feel so to the very very asexual Jazzmin Flush, California Girl with cascading strands of gold, blowing it forth from her effulgent eyes with kiss-me lips to reveal a sophisticated Saint?  Yet some Saints simply:  Got Some.  It was all too obvious.  She could either enter into mystical matrimony with Thomas, or run away.  All that damn simple.  

Android Lovemake--and all that jazz

   
   "Android Lovemake--and all that jazz"
   
   We are having too much fun.  What, like 37% of everything downloaded on the Internet is hardcore porn?  Is there anything anymore save hardcore porn?  Sex is sport nowadays.  Taming of the Shrew has been discarded to Oscar the Grouch's filthy habitat.  Put some hand sanitizer in there dude; regardless, besides women now being empowered by enjoying sex, there is the android factor.  Yup, we'll build them, not reminded of movies like TERMINATOR where they turn on us--cause we're having too much fun.
   Verily, our ultimate goal for the android humanoid is:  to engage them in all-out intercourse.  We want to have sloppy, fluidic climax into or onto our creations.  At least the geeks do.  And what happens when a male android pleasures your wife to perfection?  He is programmed to her physical needs, fitting in symmetrical, pulsating fashion, like a cranking piston without a conscience. Thus, we need the Spirit.  The human spirit.  Don't let Sam Jackson kill that motherf%&*ing Spirit.  Hell, human guys may like the challenge.  Don't count out a hybrid Yankee/Redneck infused with Christ harnessing and sharing knowledge on how to harness that flowing Spirit.     
     

Vulcan Tension

   
   "Vulcan Tension"
   
Aboard a starship; plus, infused with logic to abstain--
Very much tension do you gain,
And as the galactic physician McCoy always mocked Spock,
He didn't count on a green-blooded alien to have secured logic's lock;
Thus, to the good doctor he might, being tense, say:
"Teabag my neglected scrotum this very day."
For Vulcans are humanoids--very clean,
Haunting outer space with android mien.   

Jazzmin Flush (79)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (79)"
   
   Jazzmin Flush rushed away into dastardly danger after receiving a cryptic message on her holo-phone from Mister Merlin Pope; indeed, the trans-weird gentleman was no longer securely behind laser beam bars, but had used his suave weirdness to make a privileged escape--now:  on the lam, but reaching out to Jazzmin for whatever reasons.  Distraught by life; thus, being a bit stupid, Jazzmin went to engage Pope in some sort of symposium within the realm of public safety; specifically, BUSTER'S CHEESE LOUNGE, where GOUDA was bragged on as a lung cancer protector.  Anyway, Jazzmin found her way within the modest hole inside a suburban strip mall, mercurially noticing Mr. Pope's feminine eyes and yet strong male luster.  She blew the gold out of her eyes, taking a cautious seat in front of the bizarre character as he calmly snacked on some Wisconsin Cheddar.
   
MERLIN
I prefer Colby cheese as a yellow cheese--much softer texture.
  
JAZZMIN
What exactly do you want?

MERLIN
You're in a carnal dilemma.  I heard it whispered by way of the Four Winds.

JAZZMIN
You tried to wreck my life.  Why am I even talking to you?
   
MERLIN
You need Good Counsel.  And, Miss Jazzmin Flush--I am here to give it.  I urge you to make love to your boyfriend Thomas after a Catholic ceremony of marriage.
  
JAZZMIN
Now--I'll never do it!  Thanks for making my decision easier.
   
MERLIN
Perhaps I'm tricking you, yes.  Perhaps you have no idea why I called you into this shabby snack-shack underneath the daystar's illuminating truth of esoteric things.
  
JAZZMIN
Still, I go God's Way.  Not yours.  Now excuse me, I have a loving family to gel with.  Have a nice life.
  
   Jazzmin exits, flushed.  Merlin eats his Wisconsin Cheddar and grins in wicked fashion.