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    Buck was getting near, very close, to the topic of the real big blocks, like:  "1969 Plymouth Barracuda with the odd 360 V-8 might take 1970 Mustang powered by the might of 8 cylinders, having a 351 Cleveland block; nevertheless, I prefer the Boss 302 we're restoring.  Out of the swift pocket--I say faster."
   "And what is the point to be my pedagogue on this--for the love of any number of angels that can superposition and shift their size to stand on any type of Grandmother's pin--this is not about your Dream for Big Block Highway is it?"  Miriam a bit bored, possibly jealous with Buck's admiration for the V-8 motor.
   Buck retorted:  "Little pretty flower--we're going to Canada to stay with your Dad.  I made telepathic contact with his whereabouts--like a smartphone."
   "You're not a smartphone; you're a werewolf with a religion forged from ancient times."
   Buck looked at Miriam with the male aspect of a man in a loving relationship, informing his quasi-woman boldly:  "Get your mind on your father's survival, and our gregarious gel with him, or I'm gonna start calling you kid.  A little lady Luke Skywalker."
   Miriam got the gist of it, was a bit back away from her heart and now into her common sense head, noticing a glee to see Dad, hoping the good doctor was doing dandy, and really, really, alive.   

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Miriam, waaaay milky, or feeling a fluid-like ache to create so,
Desiring to lactate for her creamy love to display and show--
Like Patty Duke--heavily on Anti-Psychotics;
Moreover, Miriam might have a dubious doppelganger that was nightmarish or neurotic.
We all possibly do, if the infinite number of possibilities in a theoretical Multiverse exist.
And Percy Shelley met his unlucky twin, dying later on a boat--maybe from atheism pissed?
Or is it mere lore, fables gone lame with the victory of an Industrial Revolution win?
Regardless, even a Holy Saint can be phobic and fall to sin;
Anyway, Miriam zealously vowed  to hang steady and true with magical Buck,
The Catholic Werewolf with a bit of Eastern Orthodox luck--
That luck, luck, luck--that Irish Mysticism Divine--
Like Canada's new fortune, unlike in America, getting arrested and paying probation for a dime.
And Miriam was still on her American Western Medicine too,
Saying her prayers compulsively, and dodging with spiritual agility that melancholy--jazzy hue.  

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   Luke, doing the old but debonair Timothy Dalton, as if in a pulse-pounding thriller concerning assassination on his growing embryo life-giver, due to the sublime style of religious wedlock; anyway, Luke was now forged from kinda/sorta imitating 007, serpent-slithering his way beyond the patrol of the Canadian Border, making it into the Great White North, Alberta Region, a bit southwards from major cities; nevertheless, getting, from an underground contact, polished computer input; plus, official-feeling paper documents, which would birth him a new, secret identity.
   Now all he had to do was gallantly protect Miriam by way of blending into the the frigid atmosphere, denying harassment by monster-haunting misfits. 
   No tail to chase or nail, but it would be no problem--Luke was a bit naturally frigid, enough to manipulate and control a libido with his cerebral powers, one day to bring Miriam and Buck to this new, quasi-arctic habitat.  A promise he had made to the Mother and Queen of Angels.  Having invoked Her many a time, honoring with the need of Her prayers:  "Mother, I will guard and shield sweet Miriam with all the graces given to me."  Just as if he had descended from the Templar Knights, and their mystical fascination with the Black Madonna.   

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   Buck wildly, but meekly, awoke to the radiating Sun, so alive with shimmering shine, beaming down an illuminated array of glimmer upon a Catholic Werewolf made a monk no longer.  Well, he was kinda/sorta still an Urban  Monk, having had only lovingly touched Miriam through the most personal of clothing, adoring her creamy kisses with sophomoric glee.
   Miriam too stretched her virtue like an angel does its wings, feeling no sinful shame or maddening guilt, but more of a natural nature and adoring protection, though Buck was a wolf, and it was a bit of primitive protection; nevertheless, with his historical knowledge , his werewolf telepathy; plus, as the Big Cheese Moon was in alliance with him--he was really a shield of almost angelic defense.

* * * *

When love ignites--it ALL is glam;
Next, comes the flooded peaks and valleys, breaking the dam;
Regardless, staying high in the saddle, though I prefer the Natives and their adoration of bareback,
And I've eaten at the Aussie eatery dubbed OUTBACK;
Plus, Miriam thought No More of her Sleep Paralysis,
Even watching a football game featuring the Cowboys from Dallas--
Buck explaining that they were America's Team
Cause of Roger the Dodger and a cheerleader squad with a well ornamented mien.  

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Miriam--a square; a virgin--of course,
Never had indulged in a carnal main course;
Nevertheless, Buck was meekly gentle and oozed intimate splendor,
Not hungry for penetration, yet heavily petting till her firework-exploding surrender;
Hence, she moistly imbibed his wet mouth with French kisses,
And it was more magnanimous than Tim Leary giving up LSD to do the dishes;
Regardless, their sexual synergy and gregarious gel was transcendent--
Not breaking her virginal virtue, being controlled by a higher commandment.
Afterwards, the twosome clung like the white and gold of a yummy Twinkie--
Miriam stroking Buck's werewolf mane with her pink-painted pinkie.
It was her first session of heavy petting,
And her heart was already crafting plans for a romantic wedding,
Yet she was only seventeen; moreover, Buck was nearing two thousand years of age--
The knowledge of their quasi-merge would get Nazi-like prosecutors enraged;
Thus, she would keep it all clandestine, buried and treasured in her merry, locked heart,
Knowing:  This was a philanthropic kinda start, for her,
Like having had applied or burnt the God-Willing power of myrrh.  

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   Miriam and Buck were in the A-Team van.  It was a starlit night--the big neon glitter illuminating our weak perspective of the Universe and the Multiverse that lurks behind, animating, forging, crafting, designing with intelligence.  The twosome were on the topic of Spinoza's Pantheism, laughing at how all of Christ's works were metaphors, but for some reason the crucifixion was as real as dog shit turning white.  Furthermore, that this Universal Omnipotence didn't really care; regardless, maybe He has work to do, but humanity has the Celestial Hierarchy, Saints, and Catholic Werewolves, always on high alert to drag you out of the reptilian mire, that toxic quicksand more stupefying than bone magic or blood hungry vampires.
   
BUCK
People just don't give a crap--I've witnessed it since my birth during the 3rd Century, anno Domini I'm talk'n.  Look, we've been at each others' throats for many a millennia, and for what?  To be pathetic pawns.  Controlled, manipulated; plus, now the government is in on it it with their crafty high-tech toys.  Nobody listened to Reagan when he said that THEY were already among us--or looked further into the Gospels, about entertaining angels, which of course brings up the implication, that some entertain demons.  We have a Monotheistic God, but in every Monotheistic text, there is mention of the others.  Of course, there's a myriad or more than just tens of thousands of life forms, but we're too busy with Internet porn, cold six-packs, benzos, and reality television--nobody gives a load of stinking crap.  Anyway, sorry for venting, but your Dad is okay.  My telepathy is sincerely picking up on him.  He's on a bike nearing the Canadian border.  
  
MIRIAM
Thanks for sharing so much with me Buck.  Thanks for being my friend and all.
  
BUCK
I won't stop Miriam.  I won't break my oath to your father--he saved my life from some government spooks keeping me on Haldol so I wouldn't shift.  Damn anti-psychotics.  Good if haunted by demons, like a scientific exorcism; otherwise, shouldn't be used. 

MIRIAM
My Dad saved your life?
   
BUCK
Another story for another time.  We should just watch the Heavens through the Moon roof and be in awe, always having reverence for Divine Sublimity.

MIRIAM
I agree.  And after blushing; then, getting a hold of herself--she took Buck's hand lovingly.      

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Luke, the good doctor, though not as theologically accurate as Aquinas;
Still, his most fabulous and favorite character from PEANUTS is Linus--
There was a Pope Linus too--
Oh well, Luke was existing in a melancholy blue.
How to be camouflaged from the American Government and its illegal surveillance,
Which violates the 4th Amendment, including with corporate gadgets that entertain us?
Regardless, he would wend his way to the Great White North,
Finding a glacial city like Chief from "The Cuckoo's Nest" to find solace and warmth;
However, haunted with great concern for Miriam, and if Buck could perpetually defend
Her from an American Government tamed by aliens--even having bloodthirsty reptilian friends;
Alas, Luke laboriously worked bicycle pedals, he had "borrowed" in Nebraska,
Wishing the state was free and legal; plus, had firm, symmetrical boobs like Palin's Alaska.